Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 350: Busan Incidents

In the sunshine, the waves gently lap against the sandy beach on the shore. The inconspicuous little shop is hidden in the salt scent, exuding a faint fishy smell and salty and humid air. A wind chime is hung at the door, ringing.

In the store, Zhang Daozhi and Song Yuzhe, who had just been released from prison, sat opposite each other, with seafood and cold wine in front of them.

When the driver came in, the room was filled with the smell of alcohol and joy.

At least that's what Zhang Daozhi thought. Although Song Yuzhe was drunk, his face still had the calmness that came from experiencing vicissitudes of life, just like his attitude.

Originally, Zhang Daozhi wanted to continue persuading Song Yuzhe to change his mind. After all, he remembered Song Yuzhe's abilities, not to mention that it was Song Yuzhe who took most of the blame for him.

He tapped his fingers on the table unconsciously, looking at the driver with anxiety and urgency in his eyes, "What's going on?"

The driver obviously felt uncomfortable. He glanced at Zhang Daozhi calmly and said, "It's still the same."

Zhang Daozhi knew what had happened as soon as he heard it, and his face immediately turned ugly.

"What's going on?" Song Yuzhe asked vaguely, "Is the problem easy to solve?"

His words revealed his desire to help.

"Easy to solve," Zhang Daozhi forced a smile. He didn't want to lose face in front of his good brother. He still frowned, and a trace of imperceptible anxiety flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Daozhi stood up, and Song Yuzhe and his younger brother opposite him also stood up.

"Do you know what to do?"

"I know." The younger brother also drank a lot of wine, and he saluted, "Loyalty!"

"Take good care of him," Zhang Daozhi smiled and pointed at Song Yuzhe to his younger brother.

After looking at Song Yuzhe, he patted Song Yuzhe on the shoulder and told him to have a good rest here and not be disturbed by the outside world.

"Have fun," Zhang Daozhi winked at him, "I've prepared a surprise for you tonight. Let him take you there."

Song Yuzhe nodded and responded vaguely, "I understand. Go and do your thing."

Zhang Daozhi stood up, straightened his open shirt collar and suit jacket, and hurried away with the waiting driver, leaving only an unfinished glass of cold wine and a table of unfinished seafood in the shop.

After he left, there was noticeably less talking at the table, and the younger brothers who couldn't drink as well as Song Yuzhe soon stopped drinking for fear of missing out on things.

As for Song Yuzhe, he drank one glass after another as if he was drinking alone, and soon became more and more drunk, but he always maintained a bit of rationality.

"Brother, shall we go too?" The younger brother looked at the dusk seaside and calculated that it was almost time. "Shall I help you find a place to stay first?"

Song Yuzhe looked at the beach outside with some nostalgia, stood up unsteadily, and said, "Let's go."

"What's he doing now?" Zhang Daozhi was on the phone with his secretary Jiang Yunzai to find out what was going on over there.

"I took drugs," Jiang Yunzai was also helpless. He lowered his voice and said, "You'd better come and see the situation. I really can't do anything."

When Zhang Daozhi hurried to his own hotel, he went up to the floor reserved for his own people.

Zhang Daozhi's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Jiang Yunzai was standing silently outside a suite. He hurried over with his men.

"Inside?" Zhang Daozhi said with a cold face.

"Yes," Jiang Yunzai lowered his head and opened the door for Zhang Daozhi.

The door opened gently, a chill came over him, and Zhang Daozhi's eyes froze instantly.

As soon as Zhang Daozhi entered, he saw torn clothes on the ground. The colors had been covered by stains and it was impossible to recognize their original appearance.

His eyes followed the traces of cloth and extended them to the bathroom door. Whether it was underwear or something else, it was all turned into rags.

The door of the bathroom next door was wide open. The light in the bathroom was dim. There was a woman in the bathtub. Her handcuffs were locked on the cold and hard pipe. Her arms, which hung limply, were covered with bruises. Her skin looked pale and cold under the light, and there was blood at the corners of her mouth.

The woman's eyes were almost closed, her gaze was empty, and she seemed to be isolated from the world.

Zhang Daozhi's body tensed up, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Ashi."

He took a deep breath and controlled his emotions, "Is she still alive?"

"Still alive," Jiang Yunzai nodded and looked at Zhang Daozhi.

"Hurry up and clean up," Zhang Daozhi waved his hand, "Call Ms. Han, she needs to know about these things, and let her deal with the aftermath."

After saying this, Zhang Daozhi no longer cared about what happened next, but quickly walked to the bedroom of the suite.

As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, Zhang Daozhi couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

On the floor of the bedroom, there were a lot of discarded syringes and transparent bags lying quietly.

A naked man was lying defenselessly on the bed, his legs crossed and swaying back and forth.

He was holding the phone in his hand, still cursing, "Shit, answer the phone, shit."

Zhang Daozhi stood at the door, observing everything quietly. After a while, he walked to the bedside, not caring about the balled-up tissues, and sat down directly on the bed.

Seeing Zhang Daozhi and Jiang Yunzai coming in, the man didn't care about his body being seen, but threw his phone frankly, "You little bitch, don't answer my call."

Zhang Daozhi glanced at the police officer's ID on the bed, and the three words "Zhao Zhengkun" were particularly conspicuous on it.

"Representative Zhang," Zhao Zhengkun said lazily, "It's really not easy to see you recently."

"Is your life so empty?" Zhang Daozhi looked at the syringes on the ground and Zhao Zhengkun's skinny body.

"emptiness?"

"I worked so hard to help you solve your mess, and this is how you become?"

After hearing this, Zhao Zhengkun was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed hoarsely, and then suddenly slapped Zhang Daozhi in the face.

Jiang Yun, who was standing aside, subconsciously took a step forward, but was forced back by Zhang Daozhi's eyes.

"Representative Zhang," Zhao Zhengkun laughed impudently, "No matter how good our relationship is, you shouldn't scold me."

In fact, even if Zhang Daozhi no longer dares to offend others, he can still deal with Zhao Zhengkun, a policeman.

The reason why Zhao Zhengkun was allowed to ride on his head like this was because Zhao Zhengkun was in control of something very important.

He is not an ordinary policeman. Through his profession, he has control over the source of goods.

Since Zhang Daozhi lost the high-quality sources of goods in the north, he found Zhao Zhengkun last year. He needed Zhao Zhengkun to help him bring him a steady supply of goods, so he endured it in silence.

Zhang Daozhi sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhao Zhengkun with gloomy eyes under the dim light, and his fists hanging on the side of the bed were clenched.

He really wanted to sink this guy into the sea, but recalling the days when he lost the supply of goods from the north, the business difficulties left him helpless.

When he first heard from Zhao Zhengkun that he had a source of supply in his office last year, it was like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Although the quality of this supply was not high, it provided Zhang Daozhi with a steady supply of new goods, maintaining his status and influence.

For this reason, he had to clean up countless messes for this perverted Zhao Zhengkun in less than a year.

Zhang Daozhi could only force a smile and try hard to swallow his anger.

He knew that now was not the time to turn against each other, he had to be patient and wait for the opportunity.

If he could find an opportunity to connect himself with the source of goods, he would be able to completely kill Zhao Zhengkun.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Although Zhao Zhengkun was on drugs, his eyesight was unusually sharp. He noticed Jiang Yunzai's little movements and also captured the subtle changes in Jiang Yunzai's expression.

He suddenly reached out, grabbed Jiang Yunzai's tie and pulled him over. With his other hand, he picked up an unused needle from the bed, pulled it out and pointed it at Jiang Yunzai's eyes.

"Guys like this should be stabbed to death," Zhao Zhengkun sneered, "That's what you think, right?" The cold needle was pointed at Jiang Yunzai's eyes, but Jiang Yunzai didn't react.

Seeing that Jiang Yun didn't even blink, Zhao Zhengkun got angry. This calmness made his arrogance rise again.

Zhao Zhengkun became even more furious. He threw away the needle and slapped Jiang Yun on the face, "Don't look at me like that."

"Ok?"

One slap after another, with more and more force, the heavy slaps landed on Jiang Yunzai's cheeks with a crisp sound.

After slapping him many times, Jiang Yun still stared at Zhao Zhengkun coldly, but Zhao Zhengkun suddenly felt bored. He slapped Jiang Yun hard for the last time, causing him to stagger.

Jiang Yunben was about to look up, but after seeing the look in Zhang Daozhi's eyes, he slowly lowered his eyes.

In fact, Zhao Zhengkun came here today not only to vent his desires, but also for something very important.

He looked at Jang Do-sik, "Deputy Jang, I'm short of money. I'm short of a lot of money."

Zhao Zhengkun became excited again. The aftereffects of drug abuse finally began to show up on him. "As long as we can kill those people, we can get ten times the profit!"

“Ten times the profit!”

"With the money, I can leave here, leave the Korean Peninsula, and go somewhere else to take drugs for the rest of my life," Zhao Zhengkun slammed his ID card, "Wouldn't it be good for Zhang if I'm gone?"

Zhang Daozhi lit a cigarette at some point, exhaled a puff of smoke, and approached Zhao Zhengkun, "Don't think about becoming a fat man in one bite, take it slow."

He was planning to use this incident to kill Zhao Zhengkun, so how could he possibly tell Zhao Zhengkun.

Perhaps he had lost his mind due to the drugs he took. A few days ago, Zhao Zhengkun made a proposal to Zhang Daozhi over the phone.

Zhao Zhengkun wanted to follow the clues and find the source of goods through the deliverymen's ships, so that he would no longer have to worry about the future supply of goods.

But he demanded that after the success, Zhang Daozhi give him a large sum of money, enough money to make him live on drugs until he died.

"Boring," Zhao Zhengkun's mood quickly changed. He started to put on his clothes as if nothing had happened. "I'm going to look for Xiaochun."

"Don't bother her all the time," Zhang Daozhi frowned, "I've already told you that she's Ms. Han's favorite child."

"Child?" Zhao Zhengkun sneered, "A child in his twenties or almost thirty?"

"Only Xiaochun is the most compatible with me," he said, making an obscene gesture with his still naked lower body.

Watching him leave, Zhang Daozhi remembered where Xiaochun was now and sighed. He looked at Jiang Yunzai and took out his phone.

"Hello, it's me," Zhang Daozhi stomped out his cigarette, "That pervert is going to look for Xiaochun again, tell her to do it."

Zhang Daozhi said a few simple words and was about to hang up the phone, but was stopped by Han Xiuzhen on the other end of the phone, "There is something you need to know."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Daozhi was a little surprised.

"Choi Ik-hyun recently left Busan."

"He is so smooth, isn't it normal for him to leave Busan?" Zhang Daozhi didn't care at first.

Han Xiuzhen shook her head, "Choi Yixian went to Seoul, you should know who is in Seoul."

Zhang Daozhi was silent for a while, then hesitantly asked, "Li You?"

As soon as he said the name, Jiang Yun, who was standing in front of him, raised his head slightly and his eyes moved slightly.

"It is almost certain that Choi Ik-hyun went to see Lee Woo," Han Soo-jin said, "It is very likely that he will come to Busan."

"Li You." Zhang Daozhi fell silent.

Li You's name has become a recognized legend in the underground of the Korean Peninsula, although no one can come forward if you ask who recognized it.

This is the first person in the history of the Korean Peninsula who can start unremitting expansion in both the black and white worlds. These mixed people, although they do not admit defeat to Li You, they still admire him in their hearts.

But if Li Youzhen were to come to their side, it would actually cause panic.

"I'm telling you this so that you can prepare first," Han Xiuzhen sighed, "Whether you plan to surrender or fight to the end, you have to go on."

"Resist." Zhang Daozhi laughed bitterly, "Even Song Donghyuk in Busan and Zhang Dacheng in Jeju Island were slaughtered. Should I resist?"

"I'm not going to fight for anything."

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips again and said, "Let's wait and see. If there is a leader who bands together to resist, I will follow suit."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Daozhi, who was somewhat happy just now because Zhao Zhengkun was about to fall into the trap, fell silent.

"Representative." Jiang Yun couldn't help but ask, "Is it President Li?"

Zhang Daozhi raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, his face trembling, "I know that's your current idol, but you don't have to ask these questions in front of me?"

“That would make me feel very threatened.”

He really did not doubt Jiang Yunzai's loyalty. This kid was a high school student he picked up from the street and had been training since Song Yuzhe was imprisoned seven years ago.

He used to regard Jang Do-sik as his idol, but after Lee Woo rose to prominence, this guy changed his idol dishonestly.

"I made a slip of the tongue," Jiang Yunzai lowered his head quickly, "I'm very sorry, on behalf of Nim."

"Alright, alright," Zhang Daozhi sighed and lit another cigarette helplessly, "I'm not doubting you, I'm just upset."

He felt better when he smelled cigarettes, but once he stopped smoking, the fishy smell that was in the room came up and made Zhang Daozhi feel nauseous.

Zhang Daozhi smoked for a long time before he stood up and left. After walking to the corridor with Jiang Yun, he suddenly asked, "Chairman Li Li is likely to come. What do you think about this?"

"." Jiang Yun scratched his head in confusion, "It depends on your thoughts."

This kind of thing is definitely not something Jiang Yun should make the decision on. Seeing that Jiang Yun couldn't say anything, Zhang Daozhi didn't force him.

"Forget it," Zhang Daozhi took a step forward, "Let's just take it one step at a time."

"Brother," Song Yuzhe's younger brother said, "You go upstairs and rest first. I'll go buy some wine first."

"Okay," Song Yuzhe nodded, staggeringly, and moved step by step to the hotel room his younger brother had agreed on. After he opened the door, he was stunned and even stepped back to look at the house number.

"Miss. You."

Song Yuzhe wanted to say something, but when he thought about Zhang Daozhi's gift and his younger brother's excuse to leave, he understood.

"My name is Xiaochun," the girl was very beautiful and wore a nice uniform. She slowly approached Song Yuzhe.

"Get out," unlike what Zhang Daozhi thought, Song Yuzhe rejected Xiaochun who came up to him, "I don't need it."

It’s not that Song Yuzhe is not capable, but after seven years in prison, Song Yuzhe has become heartless and is no longer the passionate guy he used to be.

He pulled Xiaochun's hand, but saw the cut marks on Xiaochun's wrist.

The two were extremely awkward for a moment, but luckily Xiaochun's phone rang in time.

"Sister Xiuzhen," Xiaochun lowered her head.

"That pervert Zhao Zhengkun is looking for you again, don't come back, and don't go home."

"I've already found a new house," Xiaochun said puzzledly.

"Have you forgotten his occupation?" Han Xiuzhen reminded, "The man next to you is Zhang Daozhi's best sworn brother. You will stay there tonight."

Xiaochun looked at the silent Song Yuzhe calmly and said, "I understand."

(End of this chapter)