Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 515: The Real Unbridled

Li You felt very relieved.

After enjoying the fireworks show, you can also take a look at the farce performed by Tianxia Group and Daying Group the next day.

The bombing of Tianxia Motors' building further angered the current CEO Jin Yongjun.

Although he tried hard to appear compassionate in front of the camera, he was actually very cruel.

Tianxia Auto moved into the old office building seamlessly and is not at all inferior to Daying Group in the market competition.

Even the intensity of media attacks has increased, especially regarding financial problems within Daying Auto.

"How's your search going?" Li You was spinning a pen with one hand. Choi Doo-il and Jeon Jae-jun in front of him didn't show much confidence either.

"We found some," Choi Do-il replied, "but we really...didn't find anyone."

Li You raised his eyebrows slightly. James' professionalism even exceeded his expectations.

It turns out that we still need professionals to arrange this kind of plan. The highly intelligent villains in the movie are still useful.

Li You couldn't bear to think about how comfortable he would be with such a person under his command.

He chuckled, "You won't go to trial if you can't find anything?"

"Since you suspect that the last time they robbed Nova Bank, they staged it themselves, then go arrest the president of Nova Bank."

"You go to his house and ask him carefully," Li You glanced at the two of them, "Anyway, they are already old, it's time."

Speaking of which, Li You had met the president of New Star Bank before.

Shinsung Bank is considered one of the top ten banks in the entire Korean Peninsula. The chairman is a man in his fifties. Not only is he potbellied, but he is also said to have ten wives.

A few years ago, he was arrested for several months for taking bribes.

He waved his hand casually, "Go quickly, I really want to see your future colleagues."

Cui Douri was a little helpless for a moment. He smiled and bowed, "I understand... President Nim."

Quan Zaijun also bowed quickly, and then touched his head after walking out the door, "President, do you want to recruit this small organization so much?"

“I don’t think they want to recruit this small organization,” Choi Doo-il corrected, “It’s because there are people in it that the president wants.”

"The plan implemented by this organization is really good. People like us who only care about fighting and killing are indeed lacking in this aspect."

“Oh,” Jeon Jae-jun waved his hands, “Since the president wants them, then bring them all to him.”

"Chairman of New Star Group." Quan Jae-jun thought about it carefully and felt that there was no need for a good plan.

"Let's just kill him and interrogate him," Cui Douri waved his hand disdainfully, "Since the president has spoken, we have to make a quick decision."

“That’s right,” Jeon Jae-joon nodded thoughtfully, “Seoul is so big, one more missing person case is nothing.”

That night, Jeon Jae-jun and his men started the action. Choi Doo-il did not go in, but only sent his men to temporarily block the nearby streets while they were taking action.

Two black SUVs stopped silently in front of a detached villa.

The fat old man really knows how to enjoy himself. This is a typical modern mansion, with simple lines and large areas of glass revealing luxury.

The car door opened gently, and Quan Zaijun and his men floated out of the car like ghosts.

They were wearing the same nightgown and masks, leaving only their eyes exposed.

Everyone was equipped with a silenced pistol, and it was a waste to use it against the other side's rubbish security.

This group of Kinmen security elites sneaked into this luxurious villa as if they were entering their own home.

The big wolfdog in the kennel by the wall was shot with a silenced pistol before it could even bark. It groaned and was then shot in the head.

"What's that noise?" A security guard in the hut at the door heard some noise, "Did a dog bark just now?"

"Who knows?" Another security guard patted him on the shoulder. "It's just a small salary a month. I'm just here to guard the door. Why do you care so much?"

"." The security guard who spoke first nodded silently.

"Think about it carefully. If there is a murderer or something like that, the two of us will definitely not be a match for him," the person next to him tried to persuade him, "so we should just stay here."

"You misunderstood me. I just wanted to order some fried chicken from Taobao delivery."

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When Quan Jae-joon and his men climbed over the side wall and entered the villa, two security guards were fiddling with their future mobile phones in the security room. Since they got the new phones, they were no longer bored on night shifts. They could also find 24-hour businesses and order food on their phones, which made them feel comfortable and satisfied.

Just like that, I got my day's salary.

Jeon Jae-jun didn't try to slow down his pace. He twirled the pistol, making a loud noise in the corridor of the villa. He even pulled down his mask because he felt stuffy.

I have to say that an old fat man in his fifties who still indulges in excessive sexual activity does have very poor sleep quality.

When the undisguised footsteps of Quan Jae-jun and his group sounded from the stairs on the second floor, the usually arrogant bank president was awakened from his sleep. After a few seconds of reaction, fear spread across his face.

He was not mistaken, there were indeed footsteps outside.

He pushed away his young wife, crawled to the door and locked it, with his old, wrinkled fat still shaking.

The young wife who was pushed away by him woke up in a daze. She looked at the fat man in front of her blankly, revealing a hint of disgust in her confusion.

"President, what's wrong?"

"Don't make a sound," the fat old man's body was still shaking. He wanted to hide, but found that he could not hide under the bed or in the closet. He was forced to roll onto the bed.

"Someone broke in."

As soon as the fat man picked up his phone, he saw the door handle being turned. Quan Zaijun outside raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and pointed several guns at the door handle, and gently kicked the flimsy door open.

When they broke into the study, the fat old man finally understood.
Why do people become more flustered the more panicked they are?

He was indeed old. He saw the black muzzle of a gun before he could even make a call.

"Don't scream."

He didn't even have time to let out a short scream before he closed his mouth tightly.

The young wife next to her couldn't control herself. The psychologically weak woman opened her mouth and let out a sharp cry. A gun was locked in her mouth, and she immediately lay down quietly.

The fat old man's face was full of panic and despair. He knew the leader.

In the security booth outside, the two security guards heard the sharp sound and turned around to ask, "Is this happening again?"

"No way," sighed the security guard who ordered fried chicken, "When you get old you just like to have some fun."

"Ignore them, and see how long it will take for the fried chicken to arrive."

Quan Zaijun inside had a blank expression on his face. He looked at the fat old man's expression and smiled, "Do you know me?"

"Recognize, recognize, recognize," the fat old man's mouth trembled and he couldn't speak clearly.

"That's easy," Jeon Jae-jun stretched and moved his gun-holding hand forward, "Let's check first."

They are no longer the makeshift team they initially had, and they are very particular about what they do.

They came in with professional equipment, and after scanning the surroundings, they reported to Quan Zaijun, "No other equipment is running, but there is a camera."

Quan Zaijun ordered his men to tie up the old man, so that he would not be unable to withstand the brutal interrogation and roll around.

Of course, Jeon Jae-jun doesn't have to do the interrogation himself, but according to the method they have learned from Li You, they will do it for a while before starting the interrogation.

The pink light was on in the bedroom, and the fat old man began to be subjected to simple physical torture.

Before he finished carrying the first one, his face was full of pain and his mouth was stuffed with the underwear of the woman next to him.

An expression of pain and humiliation.

Seeing his miserable appearance, the people from Kinmen didn't even want to move on to the next step, but looked at Quan Zaijun.
"Good stuff," Jeon Jae-jun waved at them, "Come and take a look first."

The fat old man watched as a group of men in black clothes and masks gathered around Quan Zaijun, admiring his usual masterpieces.

"Alright, alright," Quan Zaijun squatted in front of the old fat man with a smile, "The chairman of our New Star Bank really knows how to have fun."

"It's just that my figure isn't that good, otherwise I can compare with the Japanese ones."

Even though his body was in unbearable pain, the fat old man still showed a shameful expression.

Jeon Jae-joon threw the camera to the security guard next to him and said, "Can you tell me now?"

The fat old man immediately widened his eyes and said, "Shit. Why didn't you ask?"
You don't ask me what I say.

Quan Jae-jun seemed to suddenly realize something and pulled the triangular piece of clothing out of his mouth.

Before it could even be pulled out the first time, the edge had hooked on the fat old man's front teeth.

"You like it so much?" Quan Jae-jun stopped being arrogant. Since he could already speak, he just let it be.

"Tell me, who did you hire to rob your bank?"

The old fat man opened his eyes wide at first, and then was in disbelief, just for this.
"It's President Zhu!"

Although Xinxing Bank has always stood on the side of Daying Group, it has no choice now.

I'm sorry, President Zhu.

"Zhu Mengyong?" Quan Zaijun asked, "So it's from the main camp."

"Any more news?"

"Yes, yes," the fat old man nodded repeatedly, "He gave me a phone number, but it's an anonymous one."

Jeon Jae-joon touched his phone and raised an eyebrow, "You actually want to call the police."

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"it is this?"

Seeing the old fat man nodding continuously, Quan Zaijun also nodded, "Anything else to say?"

The old fat man stopped nodding, looked at him blankly, and shook his head again, "No."

"Don't kill me..."

Jeon Jae-jun blew away the non-existent gunpowder smoke from the muzzle of the gun. "The person in charge of cleaning this time must clean it thoroughly. Don't leave any gaps."

"Deal with the door frame and erase the bullet marks."

"Representative," the Kinmen member asked, "What about the two security guards at the door?"

"Will it get in the way?"

"That's not the case."

"Forget it then," Quan Zaijun yawned again, "They can't see from this position, and the people outside who are responsible for monitoring the two of them are not just there to eat for nothing."

"Alright," Jeon Jae-jun stretched and put the pistol on his waist, "Hurry up."

(End of this chapter)