Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 369: Busan in Turmoil

"What is he going to do! What!"

This is the impotent rage from Zhang Wenyu. The mayor of Busan, who had previously been smiling and trying to please Li You, now only wants to curse.

Zhang Wenyu was breathing heavily, but he couldn't say anything to ask someone to stop Li You.

Everyone knows the reason very well. The prisoners who know the evidence don't want to die and will not come out to help them.

Li You, the victim who has the evidence, knows that he has to use this matter to exchange for the underground forces in Busan and the entire Zhao Group.

But now even Sunyang and Daying, who had long been stationed in Busan City, were silent.

No one can stop Li You now.

"Ah." Zhang Wenyu covered his head. Such a thing happened during his term of office.

"Chairman," the secretary hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the mayor's office, "Chairman Li's people have taken action."

"." Zhang Wenyu looked at the secretary silently, waiting for his next words.

Seeing that the secretary didn't say anything for a long time and just stared at him, Zhang Wenyu couldn't suppress his anger anymore, "What do you expect me to do?"

The secretary quickly lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

"Don't bother me anymore," Zhang Wenyu waved his hand coldly, "He can do whatever he wants. I don't care anymore. I don't want to care anymore."

"I'm no match for him anyway."

Since he couldn't handle it, he might as well let it go and wait until things got serious enough for the higher-ups to come and talk about it.

Time passed quickly, the sun set, and the afterglow began to fall on the streets of Busan.

This street is the lair of a local gang. The laughter and joy that used to be heard under the neon lights have now disappeared without a trace.

The singing and dancing on the street corner came to an abrupt end, replaced by heavy footsteps and muffled conversations that were getting closer.

On weekdays, the place is always filled with the mixed smell of seafood and kimchi, but now it is gone.

Under the neon signs, the once bustling dance halls and bars are now in ruins after people from the Golden Gate Group swarmed into the street like locusts.

Broken glass, overturned chairs, and wine bottles scattered on the ground.

The gang members on this street did fight back.

There were people wielding knives, with resentment and anger written all over their faces, but their bodies were almost cold now.

In a massage parlor deep in the street, the sound of smashing and looting suddenly rang out, glass fragments flew in the air, and the neon sign of the dance hall went out with the explosion.

The massage parlor's neon sign was still halfway up, hanging there, but the neon light was off.

"Shit." The man with tattoos all over his back was shirtless, holding a baseball bat tightly in his hands, with a gloomy face.

It's true that he is the local boss of this neighborhood, but the people behind him can't help them.

Not far away, the people from the Kinmen Group had disdain written all over their faces.

"Are you convinced?" Cui Dou Ri asked with a grin and disdain.

As he spoke, he was carrying a sturdy iron bar, and pride was evident in his eyes.

To be honest, Cui Dou Ri is currently enjoying the thrill brought by this large-scale fight, especially being able to watch the other side being defeated step by step.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Quan Zaijun, who was standing next to him, showed a cruel smile. He waved his hand and said, "Kill him."

The man with tattoos all over his back tried his best to resist, but his resistance seemed insignificant.

In the chaos, the people from the Kinmen Group attacked fiercely, and his desperate resistance only resulted in a few hits, but in the end he was powerless.

Some members of the local gang were lying on the ground groaning, but they dared not groan too loudly for fear of being beaten.

In the setting sun, their faces looked particularly dim.

They hid in the shadows of objects and watched the past happiness and prosperity vanish in less than an hour.

They also know that this place no longer belongs to them. Even if the current hustle and bustle stops, this street will still be named Kinmen.

The streets were littered with broken benches and broken glass, and the road was stained with blood.

Quan Jae-jun and Choi Doo-il walked out stepping on blood, and they were still discussing something.

"How many are left?" Cui Dou Ri turned his wrist, and the iron rod made a sound of wind.

Quan Zaijun thought for a moment and said, "Two families, after we're done, you take your people to rest. I still have to go to the Zhao Group with the president."

"Okay," Cui Douri grinned, "I just don't know if the next two families will be as stubborn as this one."

"You guys," Cui Douri pointed at a group of people, "stay here and guard. If there are still people who refuse to obey, just kill them directly."

He said without any hesitation, "A bunch of bastards, you can still get on with it."

Whenever Jeon Jae-jun and Choi Doo-il captured a place, they would temporarily ask people to guard it and make other arrangements later when Li You gave instructions.

"Get in the car!" Cui Douri waved and called, "Two more and we'll be done."

In a Busan market in the evening, the dim lights are just beginning to flicker.

The roar of engines broke the tranquility of the market. Rows of vans swarmed into the narrow street market like a swarm of bees, their tires rubbing against the ground, making sharp hisses.

As the car door opened, people from Kinmen poured out like a tide. Some of them were in dishevel, and their black suits were lost somewhere, but they all had fierce looks on their faces.

The leader, Jeon Jae-jun, like Choi Doo-il, had his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular arms. There were also several small wounds on Jeon Jae-jun's face.

The two of them, with the people below, gathered together and headed towards the place deep in the market in a mighty manner.

The market is completely different from the outside world. Originally, there were constant sounds of buying and selling in the market, but now the atmosphere suddenly changed because of them.

The vendors all looked sideways, some shops even pulled down the metal door curtains, and the customers quickened their pace, looking for places to hide.

When they reached the depths of the market, they saw the dissatisfied gang members already set up their positions there. Their eyes were exchanged and only a spark was needed to set the place off.

Jeon Jae-jun and Choi Doo-il exchanged glances with the people they were confronting.

The leader on the opposite side stood up and wanted to say something, but Quan Jae-jun was too lazy to listen.

"Shit," Quan Jae-jun was too lazy to say anything more and just took out a knife.

Cui Dou Ri did give a few orders, but they were limited to waving an iron rod and shouting to kill them.

This roar broke the deadlock. Cui Dou Ri waved the iron rod and pointed it at the other party. The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed and they collided in this narrow space.

The next moment, numerous shouts broke the silence, and people from both sides rushed towards each other.

Blood splattered, stalls were overturned, fruits and vegetables were scattered all over the ground, and fists, iron bars, and even the goods on the stalls became weapons in their hands.

Loud crashes, shouts, and wails were heard everywhere, and bloodstains dotted the ground, making them particularly glaring under the dim lights of the market.

"Bah," Cui Douri spat out a mouthful of saliva, which was still streaked with blood. He had just been hit on the cheek by a fist from the opponent, and his face suddenly darkened. "Don't you know not to hit someone in the face?" Cui Douri kicked the thug on the ground desperately, and regardless of the thug clapping his hands to signal surrender, he hit the thug on the head with an iron rod, causing the thug's head to bounce up and down.

"Waste," Cui Dou Ri spat, looked around, picked up an iron stick and went to help.

At the same time, Busan First Naval Base was also where Lee You was serving at the time.

The salty sea breeze blew through the sentry post of Busan First Naval Base, and the guns in the sentinels' hands reflected the last rays of light.

A military vehicle was speeding along the road inside the base. The tires made a heavy noise as they rolled over the road, echoing the rage in the general's heart.

Yoon Ji-jun’s face was livid, with anger hidden in his wrinkles.

He received a call from Li You this morning. After learning the truth, he was furious. He never expected that his junior would dare to do such a thing.

He was originally the highest commander of this base. He was promoted and transferred away from here two years ago. It was he who recommended the brigadier general who succeeded him.

The relationship between Li You and Yin Jijun is very special. Originally, Li You was just a soldier that Yin Jijun was very optimistic about. When he was in the Marine Corps, he wanted to transfer Li You to his side many times.

But Li You moved forward quickly, and developed even faster after returning to Seoul.

Since Li Youfa started to develop, their relationship has become closer and closer, including his wife Li Liuhua introducing Li You to join the Jeonju Li family. Although his daughter Yin Mingzhu did not say it, she actually liked her brother very much.

In Seoul, Li You took good care of Li Liuhua and Yin Mingzhu. If someone came to Li You for something, he would never refuse.

As a result, the younger generation whom he recommended to take over has colluded with the chaebol group and wants to kill Li You.

Yin Jijun sat in the back seat of the military vehicle, his eyes sharp as he scanned the surrounding First Naval Base through the window glass.

Every time the wheels hit the speed bump, the heavy vibration aroused his unhappiness.

Although there were strict checkpoints, Yin Jijun's military license plate number had always been recorded here and there was no inspection at all. When he passed the checkpoint, the guards' salutes were only glanced at briefly.

Yoon Ji-jun’s fingers drummed on the armrest, his patience long gone, his brows furrowed so tightly that he could almost pinch a fly to death.

Xu Dayong also understood that Yin Jijun was in a bad mood, so he quietly increased the speed of the car and soon arrived at the destination.

The military vehicle stopped in front of a fairly solemn building, which was the office area for senior military officers at the base.

As soon as the car door opened, Yin Jijun almost fell out of the car door before he could wait for Xu Darong to open the door. He stepped down with his military boots and rushed out like a hurricane, his face full of ashen and anger.

He arrived at the strict checkpoint in front of the building, and every step he took seemed heavy and hurried. Seeing this, the officers and guards passing by stood at attention.

There was a hint of uneasiness in their eyes. They knew Yin Jijun's temper.
Yin Jijun's eyes swept over them, like a knife, chilling.

His steps were heavy and their footsteps echoed in the military corridor.

The office door became the object of Yin Jijun's venting. With a loud bang, the door panel trembled and bounced back.

The people in the office were startled by the sudden shock. The man with the rank of brigadier general looked up and saw Yin Jijun standing at the door angrily, with the wrinkles on his face twitching in anger.

"senior?"

The soldier guarding the office heard the noise and rushed out with a changed face. When he saw it was Yin Jijun, he hurriedly made way.

Yin Jijun ignored their panic. The displeasure on his face reached its peak at this moment. He slammed the door and roared loudly, his voice echoing in the office.

Following Yoon Ji-jun's roar, the brigadier general also understood what had happened. He lowered his head with a gloomy expression, not knowing why the news had reached Yoon Ji-jun's ears.

Fortunately, it is Yoon Gil-jun
Yin Jijun slammed his hands hard on the table, and the twitching of his mouth revealed his emotions. Curses poured down like a rainstorm. The brigadier general did not dare to speak out to defend himself and could only bear it silently.

It took a long time before Yoon Ji-jun finally vented some of his anger.

Yoon Ji-jun glanced at the brigadier general in front of him, who was standing inside with a grim face and still lowered his head.

"Jin Yingwei," Yin Jijun's face was equally gloomy, "I really misjudged you."

"Senior." Jin Yingwei's eyes twitched, "I"

“Shh…” Yin Jijun pointed his index finger at him, “I’m not here to listen to your excuses. How are you going to deal with this?”

Jin Yingwei opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and finally blurted out, "How did you know this, Senior?"

"How should I know?" Yoon Ji-jun came up behind him and kicked him. Jin Yingwei blocked his kick but was still kicked back several steps, with his butt hitting the desk.

"I have a good relationship with Li You," Yin Jijun pushed him, "and my wife even calls him nephew!"

"Damn it, why don't you investigate before you do anything?" Yin Jijun glared at him, "Or do you really want to be Zhu Rongyi's dog?"

"A soldier is a dog of a chaebol. If General Jeon were still around, people like you would be shot ten times over."

"I don't"

“You’ve already done something like this,” Yoon Ji-jun sneered, “What else are you afraid of?”

After cursing for a while, Yoon Ji-joon glared at him, "How many died?"

Jin Yingwei lowered his eyes and thought for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Yin Jijun asked sarcastically, "Can't you tell me? Military secrets?"

"That's not what I meant, Senior," Jin Yingwei sighed, "Twenty-four people died."

Yin Jijun guessed that Jin Yingwei would not dare to mobilize the Marine Corps to do private work, "Are they all Marine Corps reservists?"

Jin Yingwei nodded, "Yes."

“How are you going to explain this?” Yoon Ji-jun glared at him. “Casualties during the exercise?”

Jin Yingwei's expression changed for a while, and he forced a smile, "Otherwise, there is no other way."

Through the questioning and answering between the two, the cause of death of the more than 20 Marine reservists was determined.

"Do you know who Li You is now?"

"I see," Jin Yingwei sighed, "I was also a member of the Marine Corps before."

"He's on the rise now," Yin Jijun glared at him angrily, "We have this background, and he and you are all on the same side. How could he not think of us when he gets benefits?"

"You are so good, you offend people to death."

Speaking of which, Yin Jijun was actually curious, "What benefit did that son of a bitch Zhu Rongyi promise you?"

Jin Yingwei opened his mouth and said, "He said he could."

What Jin Yingwei pursued was very simple, which was nothing more than financial power, and Zhu Rongyi promised to give it to him, so he did this.

"You are promising. You dare to believe what Zhu Rongyi said," Yin Jijun patted his shoulder, "How can you deal with Li You's revenge if you don't think it through before doing it?"

"You are dying? Or your family members are dying?"

There is another chapter during the day



(End of this chapter)