Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 573 Trivial Plan

The next evening, Cui Yixian saw off the prosecutors and judges who had been invited.

"Please, you two."

The two prosecutors who left last had also helped Lee You in the past. Although they have been promoted and received salary increases over the years, they are still stuck in Busan.

"Representative Cui, you are too polite," the two prosecutors laughed. Others just thought that they were cooperating with Jin Men to kill Jin Chengxun. However, they knew the inside story and knew that the next step would be to take action against Mayor Zhang Wenyu.

One of the prosecutors smiled and pressed his hand. "Didn't we say that we are all partners? Without good entrepreneurs like Representative Cui, how could we catch such scum?"

"Haha," Choi Ik-hyun also laughed, "President Nim also specifically told me that you two are the backbone of Busan and asked me to rely on you two more."

"Chairman Li?" The two prosecutors complimented each other for a long time without even looking at each other, expressing their full attitude.

It feels pretty good to take down a mayor who's been running all sorts of illegal deals.

"According to the agreed time," one of the prosecutors looked at his watch, "will it be ready to be issued tonight?"

"Yes," Choi Ik-hyun was very confident in Jeon Jae-joon. Before Jeon Jae-joon started collecting evidence, he asked the media to prepare the article. "If everything goes well, it will be released in the early morning."

"Got it," the prosecutors laughed, "Looks like we'll have something to wait for tonight."

After watching the two leave, Cui Yixian's expression returned to seriousness and he turned around and went upstairs.

"It's tonight," Choi Ik-hyun walked in and watched Jeon Jae-jun prepare his equipment. "The Busan Daily will start first, and then news about Kim Seung-hoon will appear on the online forums."

“Regardless of whether Zhang Wenyu did these things or not,” Cui Yixian turned his eyes and looked out the window with some anticipation, “we must prepare evidence from Jin Chengxun tonight. The incited people will cooperate and add fuel to the flames.”

"But if Zhang Wenyu didn't do it, it would be hard to find evidence," Cui Yixian pondered while tapping the armrest.

"Other things are hard to find, but witnesses are easy to find," Quan Jae-jun didn't care much, as he had done this kind of thing many times.

Choi Ik-hyun expressed his trust and support at the right time, but Jeon Jae-jun ignored him and instead repeatedly checked the guns and knives.

Seeing that Quan Zaijun was too lazy to be polite with him, Cui Yixian did not show any shyness. Instead, he sat in front of Quan Zaijun and chattered about something, "Zhen, please do it carefully."

"We are not the only family joining this mission. If we want to perform well, there is still a lot to do. This is just the first step. We will divide the work and complete the rest."

Cui Yixian smiled and said, "Kim Seung-hoon doesn't need to be alive. What we need is a criminal who is on the run and has temporarily disappeared, and those poor women. I believe that Representative Jeon has many ways to convince them to testify."

"Let the public opinion against Jin Chengxun ferment for a few days, and then let the witnesses give Zhang Wenyu out," Cui Yixian said in a deep voice: "This will take a few days to ferment the public opinion, and I will also push behind it. It will all burst out on the day the witness testifies."

"The chairman told us to go ahead and do it," Jeon Jae-joon lowered his eyes and installed the silencer at the same time.

"Just do your job, Representative Cui. You don't need to report to me."

"As for the details, I will do them well, too."

Cui Yixian understood that he was talking too much. After all, this kind of work was his specialty.

Cui Yixian no longer told Quan Zaijun what to do. A man like him was ruthless enough and would definitely not have any loopholes.

Of course, Choi Ik-hyun also had some questions that he didn't ask, such as how to deal with the real sex transaction records between Kim Seung-hoon and Jang Do-sik, but these were not important, so Choi Ik-hyun didn't ask.

"The president told me today," Quan Zaijun stopped what he was doing, "Kim Seung-hoon must have been doing this for a while. He has accumulated a lot of connections by using those female artists."

"Those powerful people who have made deals with him must be willing to pay a certain price in order to avoid being exposed."

"You don't have to worry about the obstruction of those powerful people," Quan Zaijun said coldly, "We have always had only one principle in doing things, which is to implement the will of the president."

"For those who are unwilling to pay the price, prosecutors from Kinmen and Daying will arrest them and reward them with merit. For those who are willing to pay the price...you have to take those benefits into Kinmen's hands."

"clear."

Choi Ik-hyun is not a fanatic like Jeon Jae-jun. His loyalty to Lee Woo mostly comes from fear and awe.

Hearing what Jeon Jae-jun said, he nodded quickly and said sincerely, "Then wait for Representative Jeon's actions tonight. I will get what I need."

At two o'clock in the morning, Cui Yixian was no longer in this temporary war preparation room. The blackout curtains wrapped the room like a dense cocoon.

Quan Jae-joon moved the curtains slightly, allowing a ray of light from outside to come in through the gap.

It was still drizzling in Busan, and Jeon Jae-jun lamented, "It would be better if the rain got heavier."

He screwed the silencer onto the barrel, then off, then back on, the metal threads rubbing against each other. "Let's go."

A row of rubber-soled combat boots stepped on the carpet, the dull sound absorbed by the thick carpet and wallpaper, and they went downstairs from the elevator on the other side.

The side door was an iron door, and outside the door was a black van, its exhaust still emitting gray smoke rings despite the drizzle.

After getting in the car, they pulled their masks down a little. The air conditioner was not turned on in the car, and the breath they exhaled carried a very light white mist in the cold air.

The taillights of the black van cast two dark red rays in the rain as it drove towards its destination.

At the guard booth at the villa community, the night shift security guard covered the car lights with his hands and said, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Property inspection, there's a problem with the drainage inside, something happened to the rich people, so we have to come here in the middle of the night," the forged certificate was handed over, shaking in the fan-shaped gap created by the wiper.

The driver flipped through the document again, rolled down the window and handed over a forged property work order. The security guard's flashlight swept across the damp stamp on the document. "B1 sewer inspection?"

The security guard handed the documents back and opened the door without any hindrance.

If someone can work the night shift on a rainy night and stay focused at all times to identify forged documents, then
He is not a qualified security guard and he should find something else to do.

The security guard opened the railing without any suspicion, and before leaving, he did not forget to secretly complain about the rich people.

It was raining late at night and some people came to repair the sewer.

In movies and TV dramas, this situation may seem ridiculous, but in today's social classes on the Korean Peninsula, it is a very normal thing.

Just like the poor female artists under Kim Seung-hoon, they were not famous and were tricked into working for Kim Seung-hoon less than two years after their debut.

The 'clients' and 'schedules' that Kim Seung-hoon introduced to them might want service in the middle of the night, so they would have to pack up immediately and deliver the goods to their door.

When the tires rolled over the speed bump, a slight knocking sound could be heard from the rear compartment as the butt of the gun hit the metal wall.

In the drizzle, the security guard accidentally glanced over and saw that the scorpion tattoo on the neck of the man in the passenger seat rose and fell with his breathing. He shuddered for no reason, but without thinking much, he rubbed his eyes and lay down on the table to continue catching up on his sleep.

As for the surveillance screen in front of him, he was too lazy to look at it.

If there are thieves or people breaking into the house in the middle of the night, he can't help. They are not Kinmen Security, so why risk their lives for such a small amount of money a month.

On the surveillance screen, among the sixteen split screens, three cameras were aimed at the road where the black van was driving, and the farthest end was the B1 villa they were going to.

As the van turned right, it scraped against a rain-soaked holly bush, causing broken branches to crack under the chassis with a teeth-grinding sound.

The moment the outline of the villa emerged, five pairs of gloves, including Jeon Jae-joon, completed the final inspection at the same time.

Someone in the back row opened the silver metal box at his feet, and a device without a screen flashed red. "It has begun blocking the surveillance signal."

Amid the whimpering sound of brake pads, Jun Jae-jun pulled up his mask and said, "Action."

This is a three-story villa with little defense.

But the lights were still on inside.

After Jeon Jae-joon and his men surrounded the place silently, they found their target, Kim Seung-hoon, waiting with a smile on his face on the first floor.

When Jeon Jae-joon and his men broke into the room, Kim Seung-hoon was adding ice to his glass on the leather sofa.

There was still music in the living room, but Kim Seung-hoon, who was wearing a suit, had no heart to listen to it. He slumped down on the leather sofa, and the whiskey glass rolled along the marble pattern, and the amber liquid that had just been filled spilled on the Persian carpet.

Quan Jae-jun frowned, feeling that all his preparations were in vain as there was no defense here at all.

"Everyone, have you made a mistake?" Kim Seung-hoon's Adam's apple moved up and down.

Quan Zaijun waved his hand, and four Kinmen members began to rush to the second and third floors. Quan Zaijun's tactical boots rolled over the carpet, and the broken glass made a dull sound under his feet.

Kim Seung-hoon was grabbed by Jeon Jae-joon without any resistance, and his bent knees hit the coffee table, making him let out a dry moan.

"Representative," one of the Jinmen members who had just rushed up came down soon, with an embarrassed look on his face, "There are some things you need to take a look at."

"Leave someone to watch him," Quan Jae-jun frowned and went upstairs.

Quan Jae-jun went upstairs and found that the doors of the rooms on the second floor of the villa were all open, but they were all empty.

Only the door of the largest room in the middle had been knocked open, and pink light was shining out from inside.

When Quan Jae-joon walked to the door, he frowned when he looked at the things inside.

The room was covered with carpets with a large number of dark red spots. Black velvet eye masks were scattered on the carpet, silver chains were wrapped around the gilded bedposts, and the end of the chain was connected to a leather collar. A half-burnt red candle was still condensing tears on the bedside table.

Someone was wearing a collar and lying on the bed with a dazed look on his face.

Quan Zaijun frowned and thought for a while, "Zhang Ziyan?"

When she heard the name, the woman turned her head slightly in a daze, looked over here, but quickly closed her eyes again.

There were other props scattered on the ground, such as pearl-studded whips and wax that had not yet solidified.

But these are not the important things. What is important is that there are too many people in the room.

Just looking at the clothes on the ground, it should be only a rich person.

Because the other three sets are all ordinary black suits, which are obviously worn by security guards.

He finally understood why there was no security in the entire villa.

Kim Seung-hoon is a brothel owner who doesn't do anything extra. This 'client' has some special quirks, and his private security guards are all naked in the room.

Jeon Jae-joon stepped on the mess on the ground and kicked a goblet away with his tactical boots.

He glanced at everything in the room and shook his head.

"Take these three out," Quan Jae-joon waved his hand.

His gaze finally stopped on the lingering marks on the woman's body. The skinny old man huddled in the corner tried to cover his body with a velvet pillow, but was given a look of disdain by Quan Jae-jun.

"Shit, who are you?" The old man stared, "You."

Quan Zaijun picked up the whip on the ground. Fortunately, he was wearing gloves, so the unknown liquid on the silver whip handle did not get on his hands.

With just one whip, the skinny old man trembled and shut his mouth.

He knelt on the ground after being hit by two whips, rubbing his bare hands.

After just two whips, this old man, who looked like no ordinary citizen, lost his will to resist.

Quan Jae-jun leaned over and tried to untie the leather collar around the woman's neck. The woman shuddered subconsciously at the crisp sound of the collar buckle popping open, but she held back and did not move.

Quan Jae-jun frowned and took a look, he was a little unsure of what to do.

Cui Yixian did say that the victims should be comforted, but he did not...
Really no experience.

The woman seemed to come to her senses. Her fingers, painted with red nail polish, grasped the bedposts, and the anklets on her feet jingled.

She also realized that the person in front of her should be her savior?

Or perhaps it was a more powerful beast that preyed on these jackals.

Zhang Ziyan pulled up the torn silk nightgown and wrapped herself in it. Compared to her "colleagues" who had completely given up, this former rich girl still had some resistance in her heart, and wanted to earn enough money for breach of contract to leave.

She hasn't figured out yet that Kim Seung-hoon is always controlling her income intentionally or unintentionally.

She glanced at Jeon Jae-joon who was walking to the door, picked up the underwear soaked in red wine, and pulled out the pompom tail ornament with a "pop".

then
And a golf ball that caused her pain.

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After getting dressed, she walked out the door.

Quan Jae-jun looked at her silently and took him downstairs.

"Do you dare to testify in court?" Quan Jae-jun stopped at the last step and did not move forward.

Instead of gently persuading people this and that, it is better to state your purpose directly.

Zhang Ziyan doesn't look like a depraved person, so there is no need to force her.

"Okay," Zhang Ziyan's voice was weak because of her body. She saw the people kneeling in the living room through the gap in the stairs.

"What else do you need?"

"Your client," Jeon Jae-jun said expressionlessly, "needs to add one more person to the list."

Zhang Ziyan, who grew up in a fairly wealthy family, has met many important figures who have interacted with her parents.

If her family had not fallen into poverty and her parents had not died, she would not have entered the entertainment industry. If she had not been protected too well as a child, she would not have signed a contract that was almost a slavery contract without any preparation and ended up in this situation.

As for why she is so popular with those people, it is because of her background. Others don’t have this much.

The person in front of him was obviously the black glove of some big shot.

She looked at the guns and equipment on Jeon Jae-jun and nodded silently, "But I'm not very good at making it up."

"Someone will be ready."

Jeon Jae-joon walked on, "But that might not be good for your reputation."

"got used to."

"Are you going over?" Jeon Jae-joon walked down the stairs.

Zhang Ziyan sighed, "No, I'm going to... change into clean clothes."

Quan Zaijun waved his hand and called a security guard over, "Keep an eye on her, don't let her die."

"I finally have a chance to be free. I won't commit suicide," Zhang Ziyan shook her head and went to other rooms on the first floor without paying any attention to the Kinmen security members who followed her.

One of the two sofas that were originally facing each other in the living room had been moved away, and the coffee table had also been moved away.

The skinny old man and his three personal bodyguards knelt naked beside Kim Seung-hoon.

Jeon Jae-joon sat on the sofa and looked down at the five of them.

"Representative nim" Jin Chengxun just heard the Jinmen members address Quan Zaijun, and followed suit and asked: "Who among us has offended you?"

Jeon Jae-jun sneered, "I heard that you are very close to Jang Do-sik?"

Jin Chengxun was stunned, licked his lips, and didn't know how to answer.

Song Rina, who has always had some friction with Jang Do-sik? Or other gangs?
Just as he was thinking, Kim Seung-hoon saw Jeon Jae-joon pulling down his mask. Kim Seung-hoon, who had been hoping to get on the Golden Gate Group for a long time, immediately recognized this cold bodyguard who had been with Lee Woo most of the time.
"All representatives?" Jin Chengxun forced a smile, "Is there any misunderstanding here?"

"No," Quan Zaijun shook his head, "Is Zhang Wenyu one of your 'clients'?"

"Zhang Wenyu is... the mayor?" Jin Chengxun finally understood that he had walked into trouble.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

Jeon Jae-jun raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Really?" Jin Chengxun gritted his teeth and said, "I..."

Just as he was about to speak, the trees outside rustled in the wind and rain, and one of the naked bodyguards pounced on Jeon Jae-joon as if he had been electrocuted.

Two Kinmen members grabbed his shoulders and twisted them behind his back at the same time. The saber that slipped out just happened to cut the artery in his neck, and blood spurted onto the faces of the other four men.

"Hehe." The bodyguard tried to cover his neck, and the corner of his mouth was pulled open, "I saw...the face."

"It looks like there is a smart person," Quan Zaijun glanced at the horrified expressions of the other four people, "It's a pity that there is only this one smart person."

Jeon Jae-jun left the sofa, squatted down, and used a dagger to push aside Kim Seung-hoon's sweaty hair. "Tell me, where is the evidence?"

Jin Chengxun fell silent.

The bodyguard just now reminded him why Jeon Jae-joon took off his mask.

If he said it now.
"It's okay, Kim Seung-hoon," Jeon Jae-jun waved his hand, "You'll tell me."

Jeon Jae-joon was a little surprised when he saw Kim Seung-hoon being dragged away. He actually wanted to kill him directly, but who knew...
It turns out that Zhang Wenyu was really involved, but judging from Zhang Ziyan's expression, she didn't know, which means he was another woman's 'client'.

Jeon Jae-jun glanced at the other three people and the corpse, then stood up and walked out, "Kill them."

A black plastic sheet was spread to prevent too much blood from flowing onto the ground, followed by three muffled, silenced gunshots.

In just twenty minutes, the place became quiet.

(End of this chapter)