Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 354 Kidnapping someone
"President Zhao," Li You said meaningfully, "Don't try to stop the trend when facing it."

Zhao Rongbing was silent for a while, then picked up the teacup and took two sips.

"Chairman Lee is indeed the most outstanding entrepreneur on the Korean Peninsula," Zhao Rongbing laughed twice, "Zhao is ashamed of himself."

The two of them talked for quite a while, and their scene seemed very friendly, but it was different for the others.

The atmosphere in the conference room was relaxed, but Zhao Taiwu's face looked dim under the light. His eyes were deep, revealing an imperceptible sinisterness. Zhao Taiwu was also trying his best to hide his dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.

Standing behind Zhao Rongbing, his neat suit could not completely conceal the gloomy aura emanating from him.

He looked directly at Yoon Ji-woo who was standing behind Lee Woo across from him.

The woman's face was pretty, but Zhao Taiwu glanced at Li You and then turned his head away, only to find that the woman opposite him, whom Li You called Secretary Yin, was looking at him fearlessly.

"Interesting." Zhao Taiwu frowned slightly. He was curious about the true identity of this woman. Anyway, he didn't believe that she was just an ordinary secretary.

On both sides of the conference table, Zhao Rongbing looked up and wanted to communicate with Li You, but found that Li You's eyes were no longer on him.

He followed Li You's gaze and found that Li You's eyes were cast towards Zhao Taiwu behind him.

Zhao Rongbing looked back and tapped the table twice with his fingers, smiling, "Tae-hwan, do you have anything to say to President Li?"

He turned his head and exchanged glances with Zhao Taiwu, wondering why Zhao Taiwu attracted Li You's attention.

But facing outsiders, Zhao Rongbing decided to smooth things over first.

An exquisite potted plant was placed in the center of the conference table, but no one had the heart to appreciate its faint vitality.

The light shone on everyone, and the shadows they cast looked distorted and weird in the tension.

Outside the window is a bustling urban scene, but in this closed conference room, time seems to have stopped, and every second is filled with heavy weight.

Li You never said a word, just stared at Zhao Taiwu coldly.

Zhao Taiwu was wearing a neat suit. He heard Zhao Rongbing's question and knew that Zhao Rongbing was trying to smooth things over.

Zhao Taiwu also wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

That kind of substantial momentum made Zhao Taiwu feel that he was not facing a human being, but a hunter at the top of the food chain.

The tremendous psychological pressure made him speechless, and the air began to be filled with a smell of gunpowder that was about to explode.

Yoon Ji-woo remained calm, her eyes were dull and she didn't have any special reaction. Instead, she looked out the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the darkening night. The windows blocked out the hustle and bustle of the outside world, leaving only the tense atmosphere inside.

Zhao Rongbing, who was standing opposite him, had a forced smile on his face. His eyes moved between Zhao Taiwu and Li You, trying to decipher the tension between the two that was almost tangible.

Zhao Rongbing couldn't tell at all that Li You was calm and looked straight at Zhao Taiwu without any hesitation. It seemed that the huge pressure was only directed at Zhao Taiwu.

In fact, from the very beginning, Li You sensed Zhao Taiwu's hostility, although he didn't know where Zhao Taiwu's hostility towards him came from.

When Zhao Taiwu just looked at him, Li You stared at him.

In Zhao Rongbing's opinion, Li You's mind is unfathomable, and he is very disappointed in his son who has failed to live up to his expectations.

"Taiwu!" Zhao Rongbing turned around and scolded Zhao Taiwu. His words were without a trace of emotion, but they cut through the solemnity in the room like a knife.

This rebuke, with its unquestionable severity, instantly broke the original atmosphere. He also pushed Zhao Taiwu lightly with an almost inadvertent force, "Be polite!"

Although this push was light, it made the uneasy Zhao Taiwu feel like he was electrocuted. He staggered backward like a kite that had lost its balance, and his steps were disorderly.

He fell backwards and hit the French window with a dull thud.

Fortunately, the floor-to-ceiling windows were stable, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhao Taiyu slowly slid down the cold window frame, his breathing was rapid, and every drop of sweat was condensed with fear of the unknown and doubts about Li You.
What the hell is that? Is there really someone in the world who has this kind of aura of a big shot?
Zhao Taiwu's brows were tightly furrowed, the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, a hint of fear flashed across his eyes, and there seemed to be a deeper confusion hidden.

Zhao Rongbing could never have imagined that with just a light push, the young and strong Zhao Taiwu would step back several steps and finally hit the floor-to-ceiling window.

He staggered and looked pale. This son of his was really too much in his life of debauchery.

Fortunately, the floor-to-ceiling window was very strong and was not broken by Zhao Taiwu.

Zhao Taiwu slid down the floor-to-ceiling window to the ground. His face was still abnormally pale and beads of sweat were still dripping from his forehead.

Zhao Taiwu knew what he had been through, but he also knew that Zhao Rongbing didn't know, so he was probably going to be beaten.

Zhao Rongbing stood there, his eyes sharp. After thinking for a moment, he glanced at Li You who withdrew his gaze.

Li Youzheng was drinking tea leisurely, without any reaction. When Zhao Rongbing looked over, he raised his teacup with a smile, "Is Representative Zhao not feeling well?"

He shook his head. "He is so young, but his body is so weak. President Zhao should find a good doctor to take a good look at him."

Zhao Rongbing's face looked a little ugly, but he still forced a smile. He waved to Executive Cui who was standing not far away to come over and asked him to pull Zhao Taiwu up.

But just as he was about to speak, Li You spoke first, "It's getting late. Chairman Zhao should hurry up and take Representative Zhao to the hospital."

In both words and deeds, he treated Zhao Taiwu as a child.

"Let's skip dinner tonight," Li You raised his eyebrows, "We'll get together again when Representative Zhao is in good health."

He put the teacup on the table and stood up calmly, "President Zhao, I'll be leaving first."

Zhao Rongbing forced a smile and said, "President Li, I'll see you off."

"No need for that," Li You had already walked to the door, "Chairman Zhao should take care of Representative Zhao first."

After Li You left, the conference room fell into silence.

Zhao Rongbing also became angry, and his face was covered with frost.

He glanced at Executive Cui coldly. Executive Cui, who had seen this kind of look many times, knew very well what Zhao Rongbing meant. He was even accustomed to this cold look and knew that it was a sign of Zhao Rongbing's anger.

Executive Cui didn't say much. He walked straight to the desk, took out a golf club, and handed it to Zhao Rongbing respectfully with both hands.

Zhao Rongbing took the bat, and the strength in his hands was so tense that one could almost hear the sound of his joints.

His gaze turned to Zhao Taiwu, who lowered his head and said nothing.

"What did you do?" Zhao Rongbing looked coldly at Zhao Taiwu who lowered his head in front of him. His tone did not fluctuate at all, but it made the air in the room freeze.

Zhao Taiwu did not explain, but just lowered his head silently. He knew that it was useless to explain, or it would be futile no matter what he explained. "Turn around," Zhao Rongbing waved his hand, and Zhao Taiwu turned around naturally and knelt down, exposing his back.

Zhao Rongbing swung his golf club one after another without saying anything extra, just kept hitting Zhao Taiwu.

The golf club in his hand was like waving a cold wind, and every sound of it falling was accompanied by the trembling of Zhao Taiwu's body.

The bat seemed to carry Zhao Rongbing's anger, and every hit was merciless. His suit jacket was already torn.

Zhao Taiwu closed his lips tightly and clenched his teeth. Although he tried his best to suppress it, a muffled groan would occasionally escape from his throat.

The suit jacket was torn by the golf club, not to mention Zhao Taiyu's back.

"I asked you to help me test Li You, what did you do?" Zhao Rongbing's voice was full of unquestionableness, even though he understood that Zhao Taiwu might not have done anything worthy of punishment.

The golf club drew sharp arcs in the air, and the pain in his body made it almost impossible for Zhao Taiyu to remain in a kneeling position.

His back was beaten to a bloody mess, and the fabric of his suit could no longer hide the horrific scars.

In the entire room, the only sounds left were Zhao Rongbing's roar and the sound of the baseball bat hitting the target, and Zhao Taiwu's gasping in pain.

"President." Executive Cui lowered his head. "President."

When Zhao Rongbing heard Cui Changzhang's shout, the actions in his hands finally stopped slowly. He looked coldly at Zhao Taiwu who was not beaten to death, and waved his hands casually, as if he was treating a dog.

"Take him to treat his injuries and check his body to see if he really has any serious illness."

In the evening in Busan, the sky was dyed a light golden color by the setting sun, and the sea breeze blew into the city, bringing a slight fishy smell.

Zhao Zhengkun, with a pale face and staggering steps, walked out of the police station door.

As an experienced black police officer, his instincts told him that something was wrong today.

Although no clues were found and the surrounding area might be safe, Zhao Zhengkun still hid in the police station for a day.

But as night was about to fall, the bone-eating addiction struck relentlessly, forcing him to leave the relatively safe police station.

"Brother Zhengkun," the newly recruited patrolman looked worried, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Zhao Zhengkun forced a smile, "I'm going to go to the hospital."

"How about I take you there?" The patrolman wanted to come up and help him.

"No, no," Zhao Zhengkun waved his hands repeatedly, his steps staggering and his face pale.

Despite what he said, the patrolman still stepped forward and tried to help him up out of concern.

"I said no!"

Zhao Zhengkun's sudden anger made the patrolman stand there in embarrassment. After watching him go away, the patrolman spat on the ground and said, "Why are you putting on airs? You are such an ungrateful person."

In fact, Zhao Zhengkun was just tortured by drug addiction and could not control himself. He looked around vigilantly, feeling that the streets today were more bizarre than usual, and every shadow hid prying eyes.

Zhao Zhengkun shook his head and looked around, fearing that any pursuers would appear.

In fact, the moment he stepped out of the police station, several figures followed him quietly.

Kinmen security personnel are specifically responsible for monitoring his every move.

Zhao Zhengkun staggered through the bustling crowd, with Kinmen security personnel following him closely. They were wearing ordinary clothes and their eyes were expressionless.

Whenever Zhao Zhengkun looked back, he would feel an imperceptible chill running down his spine.

These people are members of the FBI's Jack special training some time ago, and they are extremely skilled in surveillance and counter-surveillance.

Zhao Zhengkun took a few deep breaths, suppressed the desire to take drugs on the street, and headed towards a "couple hotel" owned by Zhang Daozhen.

As Zhao Zhengkun's steps became heavier, he finally arrived at a hotel with a very eye-catching appearance.

The hotel is waiting for the night to fall and then it will show its charm.

The hotel's appearance is unassuming, and the sign at the door is softly lit.

The hotel was dimly lit, with a faint smell of tobacco and cheap perfume in the air. The sign at the front desk in the lobby directly stated that special services were available.

The Kinmen security personnel did not take immediate action, but after confirming that he had entered the hotel, they quickly contacted Quan Jae-jun to report the situation.

The lights in the hotel were dim, and Zhao Zhengkun's body was a little twisted. He slapped the desk at the front desk. The receptionist who knew him was a little scared. She took out the room card from the drawer with trembling hands and handed it to Zhao Zhengkun.

He has a special room here with medicines already prepared in it.

Zhao Zhengkun gasped and walked quickly upstairs. The moment he used the room card to open the door, his hands couldn't stop shaking.

The Kinmen security personnel stopped outside for a while, then quickly took out their mobile phones and reported the situation to their superiors.

The air inside the hotel was stuffy and closed, completely different from the fresh sea breeze hanging outside.

Zhao Zhengkun quickly glanced around and found nothing unusual, then he dragged his heavy steps and moved towards the bed step by step.

He struggled to take off his shirt, revealing his skinny and withered upper body. He lay down on the bed and tried to calm his breathing, but the erosion of drug addiction made it impossible for him to calm down.

Zhao Zhengkun took a moment to calm down before opening the first drawer of the bedside table and taking out a small glass bottle and needle for injection.

"Shit." Zhao Zhengkun cursed and stabbed his own arm without caring about the pain.

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When Quan Jae-jun and his men rushed to the hotel, the receptionist was immediately controlled. With just a slight scare, he learned Zhao Zhengkun's room from her.

I originally thought there would be some twists and turns, after all, Zhao Zhengkun had a gun in his hand.

But after rushing into the room, I found that it was not the case at all.

Zhao Zhengkun lay on the bed with a dazed look in his eyes, a smile of utmost satisfaction on his face, and he didn't even notice that the door was opened.

By the time he saw the Kinmen security members approaching from the corner of his eye, it was too late to reach for his gun.

"Drug addict," Quan Jae-joon sneered as he looked at Zhao Zhengkun who was under control.

(End of this chapter)