Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 223 Shadows Also Have Justice
In fact, there was another question that Li You was also thinking about, and he didn't stop until he returned to the office of Kinmen Real Estate.

If he had changed the outcome of the Gwangju incident, would the movie have caused such a big uproar when it was released, and would it have had such a great influence?

The answer is yes.

Because after Li You questioned Park Tae-soo, he found that there were actually many such cases in the prosecutor's case library, but there were no relevant laws, so all criminals could only be given lenient sentences.

This is not just one case, but also a representative of countless previous cases.

The children of "The Crucible" will be saved by those sent by Lee Yoo, but the other children have suffered worse.

Li You called Quan Zaijun and gave him the information that An Shangjiu got from Pastor Li.

"President nim," Jeon Jae-joon looked through the information and looked at Li Jiangshuo's potbellied appearance, with some confusion in his eyes.

Li You opened his mouth and suddenly found himself having to tell the story again. Helplessly, he briefly described the story, which aroused Quan Zaijun's anger.

Jeon Jae-joon was not angry at Lee Woo, he was angry at Lee Kang-seok and the others.

Because in Quan Zaijun's heart, no matter how powerful he is, he will openly show his heterochromia when he goes out.

But the original Jeon Jae-joon was actually a disabled person who had suffered discrimination.

"Go," Li You leaned back in his chair and told Quan Zaijun, "but don't rush to kill people. Try to pry things out of their mouths. I will let people from Jinmen Entertainment follow us and use all of this as real evidence."

Quan Jae-jun nodded, and An Sang-gu also returned to the office to report to Li You.

"President Nim," An Shangjiu lowered his head, "We have already arranged the people. They are all former Jiangnan Industrial staff. It will be no problem to disguise them as a research team in a short period of time."

"Okay," Li You looked at the two people in front of him and nodded gently, "After we go to Gwangju, Shang Jiu will go and stabilize the Li Jiangshuo brothers first. Don't let them find out. I think these fat-headed guys won't think the research team is formal. If they give you money or gifts, just accept them."

"Just consider it as your extra bonus."

"Yes, President Nim." An Shangjiu lowered his head.
"Zaijun, your task is more difficult. First, you must control your temper and not rush to kill people. Make sure that the documentary team of Golden Gate Entertainment can collect complete materials."

"President-nim," Jeon Jae-jun hesitated, "So we're just going to watch those kids suffer?"

"What harm?" Li You was stunned. "Shit, I mean, I want you to torture me!"

"Torture the criminals under Li Jiangshuo to find out their motives, psychological states, and methods of committing crimes, and then kill them. Who allowed you to watch and film the children being harmed?"

Jeon Jae-jun scratched his head, "."

"There should be a teacher named Jiang Renhao in the school who is the only good person in the school. He knows sign language. Remember to let him interact with those children. You shouldn't be able to get the answer from the children themselves."

"Yes, President Nim."

Jeon Jae-joon had no doubts.

But An Sang-gu had a new question, "Chairman-nim, aren't we going to kill the Li Jiangshuo brothers?"

"Kill them," Li You smiled, "but not now. We have to wait until they are in prison."

He looked at Jeon Jae-jun, "The people who were sent to the prison to monitor Lee Joong-gu, are there any problems?"

"No," Quan Zaijun shook his head. "Although I can't normally contact Li Zhongjiu, I can still monitor his every move outside."

"That's all," Li You waved his hand, "After they have received their new trial, let the brothers in prison send them to heaven."

Of course, Li You would not kill the Li Jiangshuo brothers directly outside. It would be too easy for them to die quietly.

"By the way, remember to make sure they don't have any psychological burden." Li You raised his eyebrows. "Even if they are discovered and kill someone in there, I can get them out."

"I will also greet the warden over there and take the initiative to provide them with an environment without surveillance."

"Yes, President-nim," Jeon Jae-jun nodded, "I will be responsible for notifying the people inside."

Li You waved his hand and said, "Go back and prepare. Shangjiu will be in charge of contacting Li Jiangshuo."

At the Ci'ai School for the Deaf and Dumb, Jiang Renhao stood in the corridor, staring at the empty playground, his heart filled with bitterness.

He was originally an ordinary mute art teacher in Seoul. His dream was to let his students, who could not speak, fill the world under their pens with colors and emotions.

But his wife died early, and Jiang Renhao's eight-year-old daughter was born with asthma.

So he had to work hard to find a higher-paying job to support his family. Fortunately, his university teacher, Professor Jin, recommended him and got him a job at the Charity School for the Deaf and Dumb.

The salary was high but that was only at the beginning. As soon as he arrived at the school, Jiang Renhao was forced to take out 50 million won. The school even called it the school development fund and said that it would be fully returned if he resigned after working for three years.

If it weren't for his trust in Professor Jin, Jiang Renhao would never have taken out the money.

If he just came to this remote place to teach these children art lessons, Jiang Renhao would not have any weird ideas, but the problem lies here.

This charity school for the deaf and dumb looks ordinary from the outside.

But in school, students' eyes are always evasive, as if they are afraid of something.

Jiang Renhao had noticed this before, but didn't think much about it.

But as an art teacher, or before becoming an art teacher, he was also a painter, and his observation skills were better than those of ordinary people.

These days, he observed the occasional flash of fear in students' eyes and the evasiveness in teachers' words when talking about their students' strangeness.

Recently he tried to communicate with students, but received no response, and this atmosphere suffocated him.

Last night when I got off work, I heard strange shouting in the women's restroom. Today when I went to work, I saw with my own eyes a male teacher beating students at will.

Looking at the empty school, Jiang Renhao sighed, packed up his teaching aids and walked towards the dormitory building.

The school is not big, and teachers and students live separately in the dormitory building.

Jiang Renhao hurried downstairs to his building, but before he got there, he caught a glimpse of a thin figure hanging on the window frame, with his feet dangling in the air.

That was clearly his student, Chen Youli.

His heart tightened, and when his shouting was ineffective, he rushed upstairs, stretched out his arms, and carried the girl away from the windowsill.

Chen Yuli kept struggling in his arms. Jiang Renhao carried her to the bed, but saw that her face was covered with scars.

You can also see that the fear on Chen Youli's face has not subsided. Her body is trembling slightly, her eyes are filled with fear, and she is curled up tightly.

Jiang Renhao calmed down, apologized in sign language, and whispered to comfort Chen Yuli.

But even when he picked up the doll from the ground and returned it to the girl, she still curled up. Until he turned to leave, Chen Yuli grabbed his sleeve.

Chen Yuli grabbed Jiang Renhao's sleeve and took him to the door of a room. The light coming through the gap in the door was extremely dazzling.

Jiang Renhao had a bad feeling in his heart when he opened the door.
He saw a woman pressing hard on a girl's head, shoving it into the drum of a washing machine.

The roar of the washing machine was mixed with the sobbing of the child.

Anger and shock filled Jiang Renhao's chest. He rushed in and pulled Yin Ci'ai away. "Who are you, Auntie?"

The woman turned her head, her face gloomy, "I am Yin Ci'ai, the dormitory education teacher. It is my responsibility to educate students after school. It is not your business."

"Shit, you put your student's head in the washing machine and you don't let me do anything about it?"

Jiang Renhao cursed in his heart. He glanced at the girl, who was also his student. Her name was Jin Yandou.

"I heard that a teacher came from Seoul, but I didn't expect him to be such a jerk who couldn't tell the difference between shit and urine," Yin Ci'ai laughed twistedly, "Today the principal is in a hotel in the city, entertaining guests from Seoul. Do you know why he didn't let you, a Seoul native, follow him?"

"It's because you can't tell the difference between big and small things."

"Guests from Seoul?" Jiang Renhao was angry. "Although I came to this remote place, but..."

"What guests from Seoul?"

The shadow at the door dimmed the lights. Quan Zaijun led two people and stood at the door with a gloomy smile on his face.

He waved his hand and said, "Teacher Jiang, you can take these two children to the hospital first. We will handle this."

Although he didn't know who the man in front of him was, Jiang Renhao still felt that the students were important.

He helped the frightened Lian Dou up. Her little face was pale and her eyes were full of tears.

Jiang Renhao rushed out of the house holding Liandou, gently put her into the car, then started the car and drove to the hospital.

"Yin Ci'ai, huh?" Quan Zaijun laughed grimly, "You really don't deserve this name."

"I am also a guest from Seoul, and I want to discuss something with you."

He waved his hand, and the two men behind him came forward with a grin and put the gorgeous but twisted woman into a sack.

In the car, Quan Zaijun narrowed his eyes and said, "When we get to the warehouse, I'll let you guys play a round first."

The people under Quan Zaijun were not the regular troops under Zheng Zaizhong. Most of them came from the streets or even prisons. They were all criminals and desperadoes. Naturally, they would accept such a reward.

A group of people in the back of the van were laughing, while the people in the sacks were whimpering in fear.

(End of this chapter)