Korean TV series: King of Peninsula 1997

Chapter 582: Busan Incident, Brothers Fight

The rain whipped the asphalt road, and the accumulated water reflected the red lights, looking a bit like blood. When the two trucks passed through the intersection, the tires made a dull sound as they rolled over the accumulated water.

The iron carriage was shaking continuously due to the raindrops, and dozens of figures in the two cargo boxes swayed with the bumps.

The smell of fish and rust left in the cargo box surged in their breaths. These people clenched their steel pipes and knives in their hands, and the sour smell of leather and rust was fermenting in the closed space.

The sudden brakes made the iron sheet of the cargo box whimper. The moment the man at the door kicked open the door, the sound of heavy rain mixed with wind poured into his eardrums.

The leader wiped the rain off his face, his Adam's apple rolling under his taut skin. He spat out the rain in his mouth and yelled, "Smash it for me!"

The roar that erupted behind him drowned out the thunder.

The corners of their grinning mouths were wet with rain, and they rushed towards the bar, clutching the steel pipes. The bar sign was twisting in the rain, and the bright light cast some reflections in the puddles on the road.

Zhang Daozhi had already gathered a group of cronies at the door of the bar. When he saw the desperate criminals rushing over, he began to fight back with his men, but the situation was still one-sided.

Soon the light bulbs on the sign were smashed in the rain, and broken glass mixed with rain poured into the bar. The puddles on the ground were crushed into pieces by the gangsters' running.

"Close the door!" Zhang Daozhi yelled, and the rolling door quickly fell down with a loud bang.

He stood in the back holding a baseball bat.

Zhang Daozhi did not move the pistol on his waist, and Li You only sent Song Ruina's men.

This is a hand-to-hand fight within the rules.

If a gun was used, Jang Do-sik knew he would be dead.

Someone climbed onto the table and looked through the small window next to it. At the intersection of the road, the container truck had been opened and people with sticks, knives and axes were rushing out of it.

Not everyone is lucky enough to escape in. At the alley outside, a metal scraping sound was heard behind a trash can. A young man who wanted to escape was hit on the knee by a stick and fell to the ground wailing.

"Guard this place!" Zhang Daozhi stared. He didn't have many confidants, and these dozens of people in the bar were all he had left.

Dozens of people have been lost in the fighting outside, but fortunately, the wounded are not killed all outside, so as long as they surrender there is a chance to survive.

The last line of defense, the anti-theft rolling shutter door, was soon broken into pieces, and the damp wind and rain rushed in with a fishy smell.

"Shit..." Zhang Daozhi waved a baseball bat and rushed forward.

In the chaos of the fight, he saw someone stabbing a dagger into the throat of his own man. The blade scraped across the larynx, making a teeth-grinding friction sound, and blood spurted straight towards him.

Taking advantage of the blood mist, the opponent was still swinging the knife at him. Zhang Daozhi picked up a chair in a hurry. The dull sound of the dagger piercing into the wood exploded in his ears. He pushed the chair hard and picked up the broken wine bottle from the ground and stabbed it into the opponent's thigh.

Before the screams died down, three more figures climbed over the bar, and steel pipes scraped across the metal counter, sending sparks.

Zhang Daozhi took a deep breath and walked to the stairs while fighting and retreating. His Adam's apple rolled as he swallowed the taste of blood. His palms were sticky and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or blood.

Looking around the bar, he sighed inwardly.

He sighed for just two seconds, the moment the hair on the back of his neck stood up, he ducked and ran into the refrigerator, the entire glass door collapsed, and the wine bottle wrapped in ice mist shattered into blue waves.

"Jang Do-sik!"

A tall and thin man wielding a fire axe roared in a pure Busan accent and chopped over, splitting the stair railing into wood chips.

Rain poured in through the broken windows, mixing with blood and forming dark red streams on the ground.

Soon Zhang Daozhi led his men to retreat to the second floor.

The number of people has become even smaller.

Most of the people around Zhang Daozhi had expressions of surprise and confusion on their faces, and they already had other ideas in their minds.

No matter how loyal they are, they are still human beings, just ordinary gangsters.

Thanks to Li You’s increasing investment in Kinmen’s security, the best physically fit people in Busan and other cities had already been recruited.

Zhang Daozhi leaned against the wall and gasped, the front of his suit torn, revealing the stab-proof vest underneath.

Without this vest, he would have been stabbed multiple times.

"Yuzhe," Zhang Daozhi felt a little guilty towards his good brother. He looked at Song Yuzhe who was breathing heavily, "I'm sorry."

Song Yuzhe was as silent as ever, but he missed his wife Xiaochun at home.

Zhang Daozhi was hiding in the bright lights and feasting on the second floor of the bar, listening to the sounds of fighting outside, feeling angry and unwilling to accept it.
But this is the end of the road.

It’s not that he didn’t gather people for protection, it’s just that these are the only people he could gather.

Over the years, the younger brothers at the bottom are more interested in the name of the Kinmen Group rather than the name "Zhang Daozhi".

He and Song Ruina are usually the big bosses in Busan with hundreds of people under them, but this evening he only gathered more than forty people.

The first batch sent by Song Ruina consisted of seventy or eighty people.

The car passed by the door of the bar and stopped beside the road where there were no corpses or wounded people. Song Reina, wearing a leather jacket, walked out and walked into the bar coldly, stepping on the bloodstains.

"Representative Nim, Zhang Daozhi and his men are upstairs. After two rounds of clearing, there are less than 20 people at most."

Song Ruina nodded expressionlessly and looked around the bar. The stacked cigarettes were soaked in a pool of blood, there were broken bottles and broken glass everywhere, and alcohol was constantly flowing onto the ground.

There was a dense crowd of people standing outside, and the machetes under their raincoats reflected the cold light of the street lamps, like a group of sharks with their dorsal fins erected.

"It's over," Zhang Daozhi, who was guarding upstairs, lowered the curtains a little and suddenly sighed, "We lost."

Everyone on the second floor was silent.

"Daozhi," Song Yuzhe turned his gaze to look over.

"With the president's order, those who stand on my side are already a minority," Zhang Daozhi noticed his eyes and smiled bitterly, "There is no chance. These are only Song Rina's people."

"The elite of the group are still holding the line," Zhang Daozhi gritted his teeth, somewhat desperate.

"You guys go down and don't worry about me anymore," he whispered, asking the others to surrender while he walked back to the private room deep inside.

The others stared at his back as he walked away, without asking him to stay.

After a while, Song Yuzhe led his men down and said, "We surrender."

Zhang Daozhi was certainly not among them. He returned to the private room and sat on his large and comfortable sofa, leaning against the sofa with his trembling right hand raised, until the bullet penetrated his head, and the cigar in his mouth flickered with a hideous grin.

Soon someone heard the news and reported it to higher authorities.

Lee Yoo was not moved when he heard the news of Jang Do-sik's suicide. He just waved his hand and said, "Send a message to the people on the Korean Peninsula tomorrow and ask them to come to Busan to attend the funeral."

"Yes," Jeon Jae-jun nodded in response, "What about those close associates of Jang Do-sik?"

"Leave it to Song Rina," Li You threw the golf ball casually. The golf cup hit the wall with the sound of wind, and was pulled back by telekinesis before hitting the wall.

The tiny golf balls flew back and forth, and the sound of them breaking through the air echoed throughout the entire top floor.

“She wants to be my spokesperson in Busan, it’s just the basics.”

December 31st was the last day of 2006, and also the first day of mourning for Jang Do-sik after the mourning hall was set up.

A fine rain curtain hung outside the mourning hall, and the black gauze hanging from the eaves was lifted and fell by the wind. The memorial service was very dull and solemn. The people who came to pay their respects silently burned incense and bowed, and whispered to comfort the family members.

On the marble floor tiles at the entrance of the mourning hall, winding water stains were repeatedly crushed by countless pairs of black leather shoes, and men in black suits handed wreaths to the concierge.

The mourners had blank expressions on their faces and bowed mechanically, with the hems of their black suits creating tiny waves as they moved.

The woman in mourning clothes beside her kept her head down, and when she returned the greeting, her neck was bent like a dead branch.

As each mourner left, the sound of their leather shoes tapping on the ground was deliberately muted, and they sat silently at the long table in the dining area. The men in suits held paper cups and stared at the steaming kelp soup and rice cakes in front of them.

It's no wonder that they look absent-minded. After all, this condolence is just a superficial ceremony, and they are actually waiting for the arrival of a major event.

Until the black convoy cut through the rain curtain formed by the drizzle, and the car doors opened with a unique metallic dull sound.

Li You, who was also wearing a black suit, had just stepped out of the car when the sharp sounds of plastic chair legs scraping against the ground in the dining area broke the silence.

All the people sitting there were like puppets pulled by invisible strings, with their backs hunched and frozen at a 90-degree angle.

The moment Li You stepped into the mourning hall, all the backs were bent like neatly arranged rice ears. He looked around at the people here and walked into the mourning hall with a blank expression.

Li You looked directly at the black and white portrait of Zhang Daozhi, and Quan Zaijun beside him handed him three lit incense sticks.

After inserting the incense into the furnace, Li You sat down at a long table in the middle of the dining area.

Looking at the men in black suits who were still standing and bowing, he waved his hand and said, "Sit down."

There was a clattering sound, and the people who had bowed finally sat down.

“It seems that everyone is here,” Li You looked around, “Do you know that gang leaders from all over the Korean Peninsula, that is, you guys, have gathered together to pay your respects.

The Busan police naturally have to respond accordingly and have now deployed hundreds of police officers to deploy in the surrounding blocks.

But they would not ask for trouble, but stayed in their positions to protect the venue, fearing any trouble."

The leaders nodded, but no one looked outside.

Li You glanced at the kelp soup that was served according to the rules, and leisurely lit a cigarette, his face lazy, "Do you know why this is?"

No one dared to say anything, as this was something they didn't need to respond to.

"Because of Jinmen, because of me," Li You smiled gently, but his expression was not very amused, "Or do you think this is your own face?"

Just like when a teacher calls on someone to answer a question in class, the rest of the people buried their heads, afraid of being noticed.

Dozens of gang leaders from all over the Korean Peninsula are now cowering like elementary school students.

Li You tapped the table with his fingers. "Lift your head."

Looking at everyone who raised their heads in unison, Li You sighed, "Looking at you like this, I thought you were honest kids."

"Just do your job well and don't bring shame to the Kinmen Group. That will be worthy of you," Li You narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Perhaps many of you have found new ways to sell drugs these days," Li You said calmly, "because there is always a market, but this is ultimately something that cannot be put on the table. No matter in which country, this is something that only third-rate people would do. I am not stopping you from making a fortune, but if anyone involves this kind of business with the Kinmen Group, there will be no place for you on the Korean Peninsula in the future."

"Drink your kelp soup," Li You stood up and waved his hand for those who stood up to sit down, "Remember to drink it with respect to Jang Do-sik. He has tried a way out for you."

The seemingly uneventful condolence went smoothly. Li You only stayed for a short while before leaving, leaving a group of people drinking kelp soup.

They knew what road they had tried, and it was a dead end. After swallowing the tasteless kelp soup, many of them felt a chill in their hearts and wanted to go back quickly to stop the "business" they were doing.

Only a few people can quickly finish the kelp soup and then leave the depressing mourning hall and walk outside with a clear conscience.

Song Ruina and Cui Yixian were standing under a bare old tree outside the mourning hall, stepping on the puddles, their two umbrellas making constant noises from the rain.

"Thank you very much for helping me deal with Zhang Daozhi," Song Ruina said calmly.

"President-nim just went with the flow," Choi Ik-hyun shook his head. "He saw that I did it on purpose, but he didn't stop the action because Zhang Daozhi's actions were not approved by the president in the first place."

"As for the position of hotel manager," Cui Yixian shook his head, "I don't want to sit in this position."

"Besides," Cui Yixian said inexplicably, "Representative Song has also paid a lot."

"It's my honor that the president likes to play with it," Song Ruina said calmly, "Its greatest use is that I can exchange it for benefits with the president. It's a pity that the president won't stay in Busan for long."

Cui Yixian smiled, his eyes flickering, and turned around holding an umbrella, "Now that we have talked about everything, I will not bother Representative Song any more. I still have to burn some incense for Zhang Daozhi."

Seeing Cui Yixian leave, Song Runa's face trembled slightly and her eyes became embarrassed and angry.

No matter how plump and attractive she is, no matter how curvy she is, she is just an ordinary person.

Song Ruina shook twice, waved and called a car over, and the female secretary came over to support her, "Representative nim?"

When Song Ruina arrived at the mourning hall, she never sat down. Even when Li You was lecturing her, she stood at the side door.

Because after so many days, not only was the buttocks bruised and swollen, but other parts of the body were also bruised and purple from being kneaded.

I have been controlled day and night these days, and my body has long been unable to bear the strain.

"go back."

The secretary's eyes hesitated. She knew how badly Song Ruina was injured. "Still in the hotel?"

"No need," Song Ruina shook her head, "Go home."

Li You, who had left long ago, naturally did not stay here for long, but instead made a phone call to Zhu Mengyong in the car.

"Since President Li has gotten what he wanted," Zhu Mengyong said on the phone, impatience was evident, "it's my turn now."

Li You chuckled, "Chairman Zhu is willing to give up the position of Mayor of Busan, so I will naturally not do those unnecessary things."

"President Zhu, feel free to start with Daying Haiyang. If you need any help, just ask."

Zhu Mengyong agreed, "Maybe there will be something that needs President Li's help..."

He was silent for a few seconds. "In a certain sense, you and I can be natural allies."

"But unfortunately, it is impossible for such a real alliance to emerge on the Korean Peninsula," Zhu Mengyong said softly.

"Besides, Chairman Li has been fighting at the forefront of the storm for so many years, and countless people are watching your actions." Zhu Mengyong was in a good mood and said some compliments. "Fortunately, Chairman Li has enough military power. When you are weak, you will not let those people swallow you up. When you are strong, because of your unique industrial structure and personnel composition, you will not be defeated by the big chaebols through mergers and acquisitions like in the business wars."

"Only when we are at the forefront of the storm can we gain the greatest benefits," Li You held the lit cigarette between his fingers and placed it on the window. "Many years ago, if we hadn't fought hard, no one would have thought that the Golden Gate Group would appear."

Hearing Li You's confident words, Zhu Mengyong's expression remained unchanged, and he suddenly asked, "President Li, are you really not interested in Daying Ocean's shares?"

Li You didn't say much. He simply denied it and hung up the phone.

"No." Zhu Mengyong sat on the sofa alone for a while, frowning tightly, "Why wouldn't Li You want Daying Ocean?"

But Li You's answer was very simple, and he didn't seem to care at all. Zhu Mengyong also put away his cigar and blew out a puff of smoke. "What Kinmen Group lacks most in the logistics industry is shipping. It's impossible for him not to be tempted by such a good opportunity."

Zhu Mengyong let out a long sigh, feeling that things were weird, but after thinking it over again and again, he waved his hand and ordered his men to start taking action.

Daying Group and Daying Ocean are another fight between a pair of brothers from a chaebol family.

(End of this chapter)