The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 12 Whose Fault Is It?
Choi Sulli was excited and looked at Pei Yongjun beside her.

"I'm glad it's him." Pei Yongjun nodded, took out the handbag from under the seat, and placed it between the two of them, "Put on the windbreaker inside, and then take the bag."

"Windbreaker?" Choi Sulli took out a black hooded windbreaker and looked at the hammer, camera, and rope in her bag. Her eyes widened. "What is this?"

She raised her head and saw the scar on Pei Yongjun's other cheek. "Editor-in-chief, what are you doing..."

"To deal with mice," Pei Yongjun interrupted her, "you have to look like a cat, understand?"

"Hurry up, come in with me and get the video back."

"Are we together?" Choi Sulli was a little surprised.

"How else can we confirm those videos?" Pei Yongjun thought about this carefully.

"Put on a hat, be careful not to be recognized, and also to cover up the smell of your perfume."

"Oh, okay." Choi Sulli quickly put on her windbreaker and hat, vaguely guessing what Pei Yongjun was going to do.

"Come on, listen to me when you get in and don't talk." Pei Yongjun pushed open the car door.

Choi Sulli quickly followed suit, "Okay, Editor-in-Chief."

“Don’t call me editor-in-chief.”

"What do you call me?"

"Call me big brother."

"Oh, oh, okay, sorry, brother." Choi Sulli followed him with her handbag. Somehow, this word made her feel relaxed and she couldn't help laughing twice.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I'm sorry."

"Don't say sorry."

"Mo?"

"You're not the one who should say sorry."

Choi Sulli looked at his tall figure under his suit and was suddenly stunned.

"What are you standing there for? Come on, go in. Don't be afraid and don't scream." Pei Yongjun turned his head, and the hideous scar on his face flashed coldly in the moonlight.

"Okay, big brother, I'm not afraid." Cui Xueli blinked a few times quickly, followed quickly, lowered her head and smiled silently.

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Dangdang! Dangdang!
There was a rapid knock on the door.

Choi Jong-Bum, who was lying unsteadily on the sofa, sat up and shouted, "Who is it?! What are you knocking about?"

"Hello, customer, the fare you paid was too little!"

"Shit! Bullshit!"

"It's really less, how can I lie to you?" The voice outside the door kept knocking on the door.

"Shit!" Choi Jong-Bum stood up and walked towards the door cursing, "Who gave me less?!"

After a night of revelry, the alcohol made his steps unsteady.

After walking a few steps to the door, Choi Jong-Bum opened it, but suddenly stopped.

"you you……"

A tall figure stood at the door, his right face hidden in the shadows, the scar on his left cheek was hideous, and one button of his white shirt collar was undone, revealing a large tiger tattoo.

It wasn't the taxi driver from before.

"Are you Choi Jong-Bum?" Bae Yong-jun looked at Choi Jong-Bum, whose face was drunk, took a step forward and walked into the door.

"Ah? Mo? Who are you? Who let you in?" Choi Jong-Bum stretched out his arms to push him away, but he couldn't move him at all.

"Are you Choi Jong-Bum? Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Bae Yong-jun raised his voice and stared into his intoxicated eyes.

"Ah, what are you doing, you...ah!"

Pei Yongjun punched him in the cheek, causing him to stagger.

"Fuck, you..." Bang!
boom!
Choi Jong-Bum covered his face and before he could finish his sentence, Bae Yong-Joon kicked him in the lower abdomen, sending him flying.

He fell on the shoe rack behind him, his shoes and coat rolled to the ground, and he groaned in pain.

"Are you Choi Jong-Bum?" Pei Yongjun walked over slowly, stood beside him, squatted down, looked at his hideous face twisted by pain, and asked again.

"I……"

"Don't you understand?!" Pei Yongjun grabbed his hair, dragged his upper body up, and slammed him against the wall with a thud. "Ah!"

"Have mercy, help, help..." Choi Jong-Bum was pressed against the cold wall, begging for mercy in pain.

"I'm asking you a question!" Pei Yongjun's face was as hard as iron. He tightened his right hand and looked at his frightened eyes coldly.

"Yes, yes, I am, I am Choi Jong-Bum." Choi Jong-Bum lowered his eyes, his voice trembling.

"You should have told me earlier. I thought you didn't understand what I was saying and it was a waste of energy to teach you a lesson." Pei Yongjun pulled his hair and stood up.

"I was wrong. I'm sorry, brother. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Choi Jong-Bum was sweating profusely from the pain and kept begging for mercy.

"Do you know who I am?" Pei Yongjun asked.

"No, I don't know."

"Don't know? You don't know why you ran? Hiding here?" Pei Yongjun suddenly exerted force with his right hand, grabbed his hair and pulled him up, staggering him to the center of the living room, and kicked him to the ground.

Choi Jong-Bum felt excruciating pain, his head was spinning, and he screamed miserably. Then someone suddenly stepped on his chest, cutting off his voice.

"Brother, I really don't know you, please, I really don't know you..." He was in so much pain that his eyes were blurred with tears. He didn't know where the plague god came from. The alcohol was gone and his scalp was numb with pain.

"You borrowed money from us, and now you don't recognize us?" Pei Yongjun smiled coldly, "Do you really have to ask President Li to come and introduce you to him?"

"I, I know him, I know him..." Choi Jong-Bum felt like he was falling into an icy cave. Borrowing money and President Li reminded him of the loan sharks he owed and that group of vicious thugs.

In front of Goo Hara, he dared to blackmail and beat her, but in front of these people, he suddenly became frightened, curled up, and didn't even dare to breathe.

"It's good to know him." Pei Yongjun looked at his expression, slowly moved his feet, and paced around him.

Leather shoes made a sound on the wooden floor. While observing the furnishings in the room, Pei Yongjun gestured to Choi Sulli, who was still standing at the door, to come in.

Choi Sulli, who was tightly covered by a hooded windbreaker, finally woke up from her dream, closed the door, picked up her handbag, and followed Pei Yongjun.

"Such a spacious house, living alone," Pei Yongjun walked to the sofa, bent down and touched it, "It's a leather sofa?"

"It's a nice place to stay."

He walked around the sofa and returned to Bae Yongjun's side. Choi Jong-bum was lying on the ground without saying a word. "Don't you understand what I'm saying again?"

"I understand, I understand." Choi Jong-Bum quickly raised his head and looked at him with fear. "Yes, it's real leather."

"Ask you this?" Pei Yongjun stood on tiptoe and tapped his elbow.

"I, I..." Choi Jong-Bum shook his head in panic, not knowing what to say.

"You know you live in such a nice house, but you don't know how to pay it back?"

"Brother, I have paid back the 1 billion yuan, all of it." Choi Jong-Bum stammered.

"Have you paid it back? What you paid back is the principal, and there is also interest?" Pei Yongjun stepped on his elbow, and the joint was the most painful.

"The interest hasn't been paid off yet. Do you think we're doing charity?"

"I'll give it back, I'll give it back!" he cried out in pain.

"Do you know you're wrong?!" Pei Yongjun slowly increased the strength of his foot, as if crushing a bug to death.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry, I was really wrong..."

Choi Jong-Bum was in so much pain that he was crying and wailing in agony.

The hooded figure lowered his head, watching the scene intently.

Choi Jong-Bum was lying on the floor, curled up like a dead dog, groaning in pain. Bae Yong-Joon had a grim expression on his face and stepped on his body as if he was catching a wailing mouse.

Choi Sulli's heart was pounding.

(End of this chapter)