Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 356 Execution
"What you said is quite good," Li You said with a half-smile, "Why don't you ask the boss next to you?"

Jiang Yun glanced at Zhang Daozhi from the corner of his eye and quickly touched Zhang Daozhi's arm, "Representative."

He really hoped that Zhang Daozhi would say something soon.

"President," Zhang Daozhi said awkwardly, "We. We..."

He opened his mouth for a long time, and finally coughed dryly, "It's all up to the president's orders."

Li You's expression did not change. He just glanced at Zhao Zhengkun who was kneeling beside him and said, "Then let's start with him."

"I heard that you have a man who just got out of prison?"

Zhang Daozhi felt an inexplicable chill on his back. He didn't know how his power had been infiltrated. Li You even knew about Song Yuzhe's affairs.
"Yes," Zhang Daozhi said truthfully, "Woo Zhe is my best brother."

"Then let him come," Li You laughed, "Doesn't Zhao Zhengkun have a conflict with him?"

Zhang Daozhi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he even suspected that Jiang Yunzai beside him had betrayed him. He turned his head uncontrollably to look at Jiang Yunzai, but found that Jiang Yunzai's eyes were equally shocked.

Until now, only a few of them knew that Zhao Zhengkun was beaten up by Song Yuzhe that night because he harassed Xiaochun.

He said obscurely, "Then I'll call him over now."

Song Yuzhe did not live the life he wanted. Since he was released from prison, he has never lived the life of an ordinary worker.

But he found her. Let's just say she was the one he loved.

Xiaochun and Song Yuzhe actually have a bad relationship.

One is the boxer’s girlfriend, and the other is Song Yuzhe, who beat the boxer to death.

Perhaps because they both suffered the same painful fate, they couldn't help but develop feelings for each other even though Song Yuzhe confessed to Xiaochun who he was.

There are many things standing between them, but the most disgusting one is Zhao Zhengkun.

Song Yuzhe doesn't care about Xiaochun's career in recent years, but he doesn't want the perverted Zhao Zhengkun to keep pestering Xiaochun like a fly.

So Song Yuzhe finally agreed to Zhang Daozhi's request and rejoined Zhang Daozhi's current "career".

But Song Yuzhe had a rift with Zhang Daozhi. In fact, he already knew in prison that Zhang Daozhi had drugged the boxer's water.

He was confident that he could defeat his opponent even without the drugs.

However, Zhang Daozhi's unnecessary action made the boxer weak, and the blood vessels in his head ruptured after the heavy blow, and he could not be saved.

Song Yuzhe was wearing a black suit and sitting quietly in the unlit office smoking, while deafening music came from downstairs.

The office was dark, with only the cigarette butt in his hand emitting sparks.

The cell phone rang, Song Yuzhe threw away the cigarette butt, stomped it out and then answered the call.

As soon as the call was connected, both sides were silent for a while, and then Zhang Daozhi spoke, "Do you want to resolve the issue between you and Xiaochun?"

Listening to Zhang Daozhi's words, Song Yuzhe took a deep breath and asked, "How to solve it?"

"Zhao Zhengkun," Zhang Daozhi said without explanation, and just quietly reported the address, "Come here and you will understand."

Song Yuzhe squinted his eyes, holding the phone in his hand blankly, the floor beneath his feet vibrating from the music coming from the floor below.

"Why are you here alone?" He turned around and saw Xiaochun, who had walked into the office, standing not far from him. "Your friends are all playing downstairs."

"It's boring," Song Yuzhe shook his head. He stared at the unfortunate Xiaochun and made up his mind.

Xiaochun grabbed his arm before he left the house.

"We can live a good life," Song Yuzhe said confidently.

He patted Xiaochun's hand, turned around and strode out of the room.

When he arrived at Busan Port in the car that Zhang Daozhi gave him, he almost had a conflict with the Kinmen security personnel.

But Zhang Daozhi appeared in time and stopped his action.

"Excuse me," Zhang Daozhi apologized to the member of Kinmen Security, "I'll take him in right away."

He pulled Song Yuzhe but failed to move him.

Zhang Daozhi turned around and looked at Song Yuzhe indifferently.

Song Yuzhe smelled the salty sea breeze and stood up straight at the dimly lit container terminal.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Daozhi and Song Yuzhe stood one after the other in the cold sea breeze, their faces illuminated by the faint light in the distance, which flickered.

The brotherhood that once existed may have become different long ago due to the corruption of money and differences in goals.

In the past few days, there was still some warmth in Song Yuzhe's eyes, but now there is only a cold confrontation and an unbridgeable rift.

The cry of seagulls broke the silence, and Song Yuzhe and Zhang Daozhi's eyes met. Their gazes were fixed on each other, no different from two wild beasts preparing for a duel.

But they didn't move, but their breathing became heavier.

Song Yuzhe glanced at the sea in the distance, "Daozhi."

"You need me to take responsibility again?"

"What?" Zhang Daozhi was stunned. He didn't expect Song Yuzhe to say such a thing at this time.

"My opponent at that time," Song Yuzhe sighed and reminded, "Didn't you ask someone to drug his water?"

"I could have defeated him anyway. Your unnecessary actions are what killed him."

Zhang Daozhi shook his head, "I'm worried."

He didn't hide anything. "The amount of money in that round is too big. I can't take the risk. I have to be absolutely sure."

"You're always like this," Song Yuzhe's eyes flickered, "Are you willing to do anything to achieve your dream?"

"Shit." Zhang Daozhi was a little annoyed. "That's my dream? Shit, isn't that our dream?"

"Do you think you've only been in jail for those crimes until now?" Zhang Daozhi frowned. "If you hadn't spent money in prison, would you be free outside now?"

"Didn't we agree on this when you went in? I said I would have everything once I came out."

"I owe you these," Zhang Daozhi said, his voice getting louder and louder. "I've thought of everything. I'll give you whatever you want after you get out."

"Luxury car?" Zhang Daozhi pointed at the car Song Yuzhe drove. "Money? Women?"

"I want to do my best to make it up to you," Zhang Daozhi panted, "You tell me now that you don't want anything but to live in peace?"

"So what is the matter with what we agreed on?"

Song Yuzhe recalled Zhang Daozhi's solemn promise when he was imprisoned.

At that time, Zhang Daozhi held Song Yuzhe's hand and told Song Yuzhe that when he came out, he would let him have everything that Zhang Daozhi had.

Now thinking about it, it seems that he was the one who forgot, but Zhang Daozhi did not forget.

"If you're not satisfied," Zhang Daozhi glared at him and pointed at his face, "hit me here, hit me hard."

"Beat me to death and give the boxer a life as compensation. Will that satisfy you?"

Song Yuzhe was silent for a long time, shook his head, pushed Zhang Daozhi away, and walked forward. "It's over." He stopped after passing Zhang Daozhi, "What are you doing here today?"

"Kill Zhao Zhengkun," Zhang Daozhi lowered his eyes.

Song Yuzhe closed his eyes and asked, "Why me?"

"Because President Li mentioned your name," Zhang Daozhi lowered his voice, "When you first agreed to join, you should have heard the conversation between me and Ms. Han."

"Chairman Lee is the biggest underground figure on the Korean Peninsula right now."

Song Yuzhe's lips moved slightly, "Golden Gate Group?"

"It's them," Zhang Daozhi calmed down a lot, "Don't ask me why President Li knows you, I don't know either."

"He needs me to take the blame and go to jail?"

"You think too much," Zhang Daozhi sneered, "He's just a policeman. If Zhao Zhengkun is useless to me and doesn't have any evidence between us, I can even make him disappear quietly, let alone Chairman Li?"

"Who needs you to take the blame?"

He took a deep breath and said, "This is really a good thing. If you kill Zhao Zhengkun, won't you be able to live with Xiaochun?"

Zhang Daozhi patted his chest and said, "I promise that no one will bother you again."

As he was speaking, the door of a warehouse not far away opened and a convoy of cars lined up and drove out.

Zhang Daozhi's face became a little panicked, "Ah Xi, we wasted too much time"

"Mr. Zhang," the passenger window rolled down, revealing Quan Zaijun's face, which was cold and expressionless, "Your efficiency is a little too slow."

"All of them," Zhang Daozhi nodded and bowed, "It's my problem. Let's go now."

"Zhao Zhengkun, clean it up," Quan Zaijun smiled coldly, "Come to the hotel we are at tomorrow at noon."

As the convoy drove away, Jeon Jae-joon, who was in the passenger seat, turned around and said, "Chairman Nim, are we going to leave Zhao Zhengkun there?"

"Just leave it there," Li You tossed the lighter up and down, "and let the people who are watching them pay more attention. If they honestly kill Zhao Zhengkun, just observe them and maybe we can take them in."

"Otherwise. I don't want a disobedient dog."

"I understand," Quan Zaijun's face tightened.

"Also." Li You narrowed his eyes, thinking of Zhao Zhengkun's previous confession about the source of the goods, "The group of North Korean defectors that Zhao Zhengkun mentioned will deliver the goods tomorrow morning?"

Jeon Jae-joon nodded.

"Go and keep an eye on Jang Do-sik and his men," Li You said to Jeon Jae-jun, "If Jang Do-sik dares to take over that batch of goods, they will be sunk into the sea as well."

Zhang Daozhi doesn’t know when the next batch of goods will arrive. If he goes there early tomorrow morning, it only means that they have other thoughts and they will still die.

Bright lights flickered across the warehouse, casting three long shadows.

In addition to Jang Do-sik and Song Woo-cheol, there was also Kang Yoon-jae in the warehouse.

The mixed smell in the air was still sickening.

There was still a hint of greed and struggle in Zhang Daozhi's eyes, while Song Yuzhe looked at Zhao Zhengkun with indifference.

Zhao Zhengkun was still kneeling on the ground. When he raised his hands, the shackles collided with a dull sound. His eyes were full of resentment and despair. He felt more hopeful after the people from Kinmen left.

Sweat slid down Zhao Zhengkun's forehead and dripped onto the cold concrete floor silently.

Zhang Daozhi and Song Yuzhe, one tall and one short, stood silently, their eyes fixed on Zhao Zhengkun who was in shackles.

"Shit." Seeing that there were no people from Jinmen around, Zhao Zhengkun spoke in a hoarse voice, "President Zhang, let me go!"

He tried to move, but the shackles on his hands and feet touched the wounds on his joints, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

"I know about the source of the goods," Zhao Zhengkun said repeatedly, "and there is another batch of goods."

Jiang Yunzai reached out, tore off a piece of rag from Zhao Zhengkun's body, and stuffed it into Zhao Zhengkun's mouth to prevent him from speaking.

He turned to look at Zhang Daozhi, and his eyes persuaded Zhang Daozhi.

"Representative," Jiang Yunzai knew what was going on. "Don't listen to what he says."

He saw the struggle and greed in Zhang Daozhi's eyes, which was a look that Jiang Yunzai was very familiar with. He pointed at the warehouse door and said, "Chairman Li let us handle it ourselves. There must be a reason."

Jiang Yunzi gritted his teeth and said, "We can't listen to what Zhao Zhengkun says, and we can't covet what he has."

Zhang Daozhi took a deep breath, looked at Song Yuzhe beside him, and squeezed out the words from his throat, "Do you know what to do?"

His voice echoed in the now empty warehouse, without a trace of warmth in it.

Song Yuzhe nodded silently and slowly walked towards Zhao Zhengkun. He didn't have any suitable weapons in his hands, and there were none in the warehouse.

As he came in, he picked up a hammer from the shelf next to the warehouse door.

Song Yuzhe held the hammer tightly and walked up to Zhao Zhengkun.

Song Yuzhe had made up his mind, and there was no fluctuation on his face. He kept reminding himself in his heart that this was a very ordinary transaction.

Zhao Zhengkun's hands and feet were shackled and his mouth was blocked. He fell to the ground powerlessly, staring at Song Yuzhe approaching with wide eyes, fear and despair intertwined violently in his pupils.

Zhao Zhengkun struggled hard, but the chain only made a sharp sound due to the collision, which was unable to stop the approaching Song Yuzhe.

When Song Yuzhe walked in front of Zhao Zhengkun, squatted down and slowly raised the hammer, there was a slight ripple in his eyes and his body tensed up.

There was a flash of determination in Zhao Zhengkun's eyes, and he rushed forward. Although the shackles on his ankles slowed his movements, his shackled hands suddenly exerted force and pounced on Song Yuzhe. The sound of the chains colliding was particularly loud in the silence.

Unfortunately, Song Yuzhe used to be a boxer, and he dodged quickly, so Zhao Zhengkun couldn't catch him.

Song Yuzhe silently pressed Zhao Zhengkun with his knees. Even though Zhao Zhengkun slapped the ground to indicate that he couldn't breathe, Song Yuzhe still silently raised the hammer in his hand. His movements were simple and direct, and each swing was heavy.

The hammer broke through the air and hit Zhao Zhengkun's head mercilessly with a dull sound.

Zhao Zhengkun, who was originally bound by shackles, was still unwilling to give in. He tensed his muscles and tried a final struggle.

But after the first blow, Zhao Zhengkun's power to resist was almost non-existent, and the sound of hammer hitting flesh echoed in the warehouse.

Blood spread on the floor, and occasionally, when the handcuffs were hit crookedly, a crisp metallic collision sound could be heard.

With the final blow, Song Yuzhe let out a breath, threw away the hammer, turned around and closed his eyes, leaving a pool of blood on the ground.

Jiang Yun looked at Zhao Zhengkun's body but had no reaction. This was not the first time that he had been humiliated by Zhao Zhengkun and sometimes he even wanted to do it himself.

"It's over," Song Yuzhe relaxed his frown without looking up, "The rest is up to you."

Zhang Daozhi looked at his back and hesitated for a long time, "Are we still friends?"

Song Yuzhe paused and nodded silently.

When only Jang Do-sik and Kang Yoon were left in the warehouse, Jang Do-sik breathed a sigh of relief, "Director Kang, thank you so much."

If Jiang Yun hadn't reminded him in time, he would really have interrogated Zhao Zhengkun and got the goods, which after all represented a lot of money.

(End of this chapter)