Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 293 The Autumn Wind Sweeps the Fallen Leaves

After Jeon Jae-joon hung up the phone, Li You's voice still echoed in his ears.

He couldn't help but glance at the city of Pocheon outside the window. It wasn't as brightly lit as Seoul, and an inexplicable sense of urgency surged in his heart.

Li You asked him to take care of his injuries and immediately start secretly controlling Congressman Kim Yong-soo and Kim Cheol-soo.

This was not an easy task. Quan Jae-joon knew that the operation had to be done quietly and not attract anyone's attention.

After all, Kim Yong-soo holds a considerable position in Pacheon City.

Jeon Jae-joon took a deep breath, turned around and put his phone in his pocket. His eyes became cold. He was ready and put all his hesitation and insecurity behind him.

Quan Jae-jun glanced at three people not far away who were still queuing up to treat their wounds.

Jeon Jae-joon no longer had the heart to pay attention to them. He and his men hurriedly prepared to leave the hospital. The hospital's elevator door slowly closed, blocking out the noise from the outside world.

Jack, who was far away, saw this scene and was thinking about something.

Late at night, the city of Pochuan was immersed in dead silence. Only the nightclubs under the Qianming Group were flashing colorful neon lights on the street, as if they were the last pulse of this sleeping city.

Congressman Kim Yong-soo's mansion stands alone deep in a quiet neighborhood, its silence in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle around it.

The lights in the mansion have been turned off. Except for a few patrolling security guards, the surroundings are swallowed by darkness, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the sound of vehicles passing by in the distance.

Jeon Jae-joon was standing in such a night, hiding in the shadows, his eyes as sharp as a falcon, staring closely at the guards outside the mansion.

There was no expression on his face, but his eyes revealed a hint of confidence and coldness.

He looked around slowly, not missing any details, silently calculating the best time to break through the security guards.

The night wind blew by, rolling up one or two fallen leaves, which swirled around Quan Zaijun's feet, as if adding a touch of tension to the upcoming action.

The shadows beside him intertwined with the surrounding night. The people from Kinmen Security silently blended into the night, standing solemnly in the invisible. The occasional breathing sounds were like whispers in the night wind, softly echoing in the silence.

Many people rushed here from Seoul within the hour. Quan Jae-jun had messed up his previous task, so this time he had to be foolproof.

Jeon Jae-joon stood outside Kim Yong-soo's mansion, staring at the closed iron door with eyes as sharp as knives, but undercurrents were surging in his heart.

Although the guards of the mansion were on duty, they seemed extremely lazy. They patrolled slowly and there was no trace of vigilance in their eyes.

A barely perceptible sneer flashed across Quan Zaijun's lips. This kind of slackness was exactly what people like them who were ready to take action were expecting.

Quan Jae-jun made a gesture and everyone took action instantly, with quick and precise movements.

In the dim moonlight, the Kinmen security team approached the isolated mansion silently like a nocturnal leopard.

With a wave of Quan Zaijun's hand, the team dispersed instantly, and everyone seemed to have a layer of silent cloud under their feet, light and leaving no trace.

Their footsteps were light and almost silent, and even their breathing and heartbeats were kept as low as possible, blending into the quiet environment. Their movements were smooth and precise, like shadows dancing in the night; every gesture and every look was full of tacit understanding and professionalism.

This is the benefit of professional training. It is worth it for Li You to spend money to invite training experts from abroad.

Just as the patrolman turned around, several figures climbed up the wall like ghosts. Their movements were not only swift but also silent.

After climbing over the wall, the first thing they did was to easily open the iron door from the inside.

"Shit." The newly arrived guard looked at the open door and asked, "Who are you?"

Under the black muzzle of the gun, the guard wisely shut his mouth. He didn't want to be shot.

Quan Jae-jun led the Kinmen security team and rushed in like a tiger descending from the mountain, killing people cleanly and neatly.

For a moment, the bodyguards in the mansion were caught off guard and completely suppressed by this sudden attack.

The battle unfolded swiftly and silently, with only the muffled sound of silenced pistols briefly breaking the silence in the middle of the night.

The bodyguards tried to organize a resistance, but faced with the sudden attack with guns, their resistance seemed very weak.

In just a few minutes, the guards in the mansion fell down like fallen leaves swept by autumn wind.

Jeon Jae-joon stood in the middle of the living room of the mansion and looked around, only to see dead silence.

The night in the mansion also froze at this moment, with a hint of blood in the tranquility.

"Control those living people," Quan Zaijun narrowed his eyes and glanced at the technicians behind him who were not participating in the battle. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Sure," the technician smiled, patting the signal jammers they had piled in the middle of the living room.

"Not a single cell phone signal can escape," the technician said, "and the telephone lines have been cut off, so no information can leak out."

"Very good," Jeon Jae-jun nodded, "You have done a great job."

Jeon Jae-joon walked into Kim Yong-soo's bedroom, his feet making a dull sound on the wooden floor.

Kim Yong-soo likes to turn on a dim light when he goes to bed. The dim light barely drives away the shadows in the corners, reflecting Kim Yong-soo's wrinkled face.
The old man was sleeping like a dead pig. While he was sleeping, Jeon Jae-jun stretched out a hand and placed it heavily on Kim Yong-soo's greasy face.

Jin Rongzhu was hit hard in his sleep and suddenly opened his eyes. Fear and anger passed through his face like an electric current. His eyes looked unusually yellow and turbid in the darkness. "Shit, who are you?"

Kim Yong-soo's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and fear.

"Who are we?" Jeon Jae-jun grinned, a cruel smile on his lips. He grabbed Kim Yong-soo's greasy hair and increased the strength in his hand. "We are the Kinmen who were offended by you, old dog."

Kim Yong-soo's body was powerless to resist and he could only allow the ruthless force to pull him up from the bed.

"Kimon," Jin Yongzhu's cheeks twisted in pain, his anger like ignited gunpowder, "Why did Kinmen attack me?"

As Jin Yongzhu spoke, he was pulled up from the bed weakly, his face was full of panic and pale. All his power and majesty were gone at this moment.

"We have no conflicts anymore!" Kim Yong-su shouted, "We are allies now, allies!"

Kim Yong-soo's shouts echoed in the bedroom and even in the villa, as if trying to attract his bodyguards to come and "protect him".

"Stop shouting," Quan Jae-jun slapped his face, "Your bodyguards have all been cleared out. I guarantee you will never see them again in your life."

"And you dare to say ally?" Quan Jae-joon slapped him hard, "It's not up to you to decide whether we are allies or not. You are only an ally if the president says you are an ally!"

Kim Yong-su's resistance was like a candle in the wind, extinguished in an instant. Kim Yong-su lowered his head after being slapped. Jeon Jae-jun's slap knocked down his self-esteem. His face turned pale in an instant, and the corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn't make any whine.

Jeon Jae-jun didn't give him the chance to continue nagging and directly ordered his men to tie up Kim Yong-soo.

The men at the side moved quickly, wrapping the hemp rope around Kim Yong-soo's limbs like a snake, binding him tightly.

The moment Jeon Jae-joon walked out of the bedroom, the door closed heavily, sealing off Kim Yong-soo's voice and all his hopes.

"Keep an eye on him," Jeon Jae-jun instructed, "Make sure there are two people inside and outside."

He said carefully, "Even if he goes to the toilet, you must be able to see his thing."

The corner of one of the subordinates' mouth twitched, and then he nodded, "Understood, Minister Nim."

The night was as dark as ink, and the lights in Kim Yong-soo's mansion suddenly lit up on the quiet street, but chaotic shadows were shining through the windows.

The Kinmen Security personnel began to centrally manage all the people in the mansion. Hurry footsteps were heard in the corridor. The Kinmen Security personnel looked alert and hurried, holding flashing flashlights in their hands, and their footsteps echoed on the marble floor.

Under the light, the servants' faces were filled with fear. They were gathered together, clasping their hands tightly and exchanging uneasy glances with each other.

In the center of the luxurious hall, a dark pool of blood was shocking. The bodies of the mansion's bodyguards and dying dogs were dragged ruthlessly next to it. The air was filled with the smell of blood and death.

The security personnel loaded them into the van with expressionless faces, slammed the door shut, and sent them to the port overnight.

As the last bit of noise disappeared, the silence of the night fell again, and the lights in the mansion seemed to gradually stabilize, returning to its former tranquility and order.

The next morning, Quan Zaijun sat on the sofa in the living room, sniffing the smell of blood and reporting, "Chairman Nim, we have controlled Jin Rongzhu's family last night, and his single-family house is now under our control."

"Very good," Li You smiled, "I will take Zhao Yugui to Pacheon City this afternoon. I hope to see Jin Zhexiu there before we arrive."

"Any plans?"

Jeon Jae-jun lowered his head and said, "I plan to have Kim Yong-soo contact Kim Cheol-soo and invite Kim Cheol-soo to the club where they often meet to arrest Kim Cheol-soo."

"You are quite suitable for such a simple mission," Li You smiled, "If we catch Jin Zhexiu, we will know what Zhang Mingjun has in his hand, and we don't have to keep guessing blindly."

"Yes, President Nim," Jeon Jae-joon said with cold eyes, "I promise you that you will definitely see Kim Cheol-soo's face when you come today."

After Li You hung up the phone, Quan Zaijun waved his hand with an indifferent expression, "Bring the old dog here."

The sunlight shines into the living room of the villa through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it cannot illuminate the gloomy atmosphere here.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the rust-like smell could even spread with every breath. After all, many corpses were piled here last night.

In the middle of the living room, Kim Yong-soo was dragged roughly onto the carpet and thrown heavily to the ground. His clothes were disheveled and his face was full of fear and despair.

Opposite Kim Yong-soo, Jeon Jae-jun was looking at him with a cold expression, a cruel smile on his lips, and playing with a mobile phone in his hand.

Jeon Jae-jun threw the phone to Kim Yong-soo and ordered him to dial the number he was familiar with, "Call Kim Cheol-soo and ask him to go to the club you often go to."

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A hint of hesitation flashed in Jin Rongzhu's eyes. He knew that once the call was connected, his partner would fall into the control of Kinmen Group.

It's not that I want to protect Jin Zhexiu, but just in case Jin Zhexiu can contact Zhang Mingjun to save him.
But he hesitated only for a second before Quan Jae-jun waved his hand and a scream came from the next room.

"I'll call!" Kim Yong-soo recognized the voice as his eldest son. With trembling hands, he picked up the phone and dialed Kim Cheol-soo's number, which he had asked someone to arrange.

"Pay attention," Quan Zaijun warned coldly, "You'd better be prepared and don't let anything slip, otherwise your whole family will be in danger."

The waiting seemed more tormenting than torture. As the bell rang, beads of sweat oozed out of Kim Yong-soo's forehead. Every second was like a heavy hammer hitting his old heart.

When a familiar voice finally came from the other end of the phone, Jin Yongzhu tried to calm down and conveyed his desire to meet and talk.

Kim Cheol-soo is a chemical researcher and is indeed very smart, but he seems to be unaware of the situation Kim Yong-soo is facing and agreed readily.

After hanging up the phone, Kim Yong-soo's eyes were empty. He realized that he had fallen into a cage from which he could not escape.

Quan Jae-jun smiled with satisfaction, the plan was being implemented step by step.

He also contacted Jack and the other two, hoping that they would arrive in front of the club in advance to monitor. Jack and the other two were worried about not having any clues, so they quickly agreed.

The October sun pierced through the city of Pocheon, casting sharp rays of light on the cold streets.

The Kinmen Security convoy was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the private club in the center of Pochuan City.

"Captain," Jeon Jae-jun greeted Jack and the other two after getting off the car, "Is he here?"

"Here we are," Jack nodded, "As you said when you contacted us this morning, we have not taken any action."

In fact, Lin Zheling, who was eager to complete the task, was still ready to move, but was stopped by Jack and Jiang Zhentai.

The sunlight shines through the glass into the private room of this private club.

The room was luxuriously decorated with dark carpets covering the floor and priceless paintings hanging on the walls. Kim Cheol-soo was drinking tea and waiting for Kim Yong-soo.

After the knock on the door, Jin Zhexiu felt something was wrong. He narrowed his eyes, slowly stood up, and tried to get closer.
The Kinmen security team was fully armed. They kicked the door open and quickly broke into the room.

Kim Cheol-soo's face was hit hard by the door, and his hands were handcuffed while he was dizzy.

Jin Zhexiu's face was pale, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. After being caught, he looked very embarrassed. It was unclear whether he was in pain from the collision or was frightened by the scene.

The Kinmen security team withdrew in an orderly manner, their shadows lengthening in the sunlight.

"I'm from the FBI," Jack smiled and showed his ID, "This is a police officer from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. We're here to arrest a criminal."

The receptionist opened her mouth wide, her face full of surprise.

Jack smiled and said, "Could you please keep it confidential and not tell anyone?"

He waved the ID in his hand, "Otherwise I'll be in a difficult position and may need to ask you to go to the FBI for a visit."

The girl at the front desk nodded repeatedly out of fear, and Jack left with a smile.

(End of this chapter)