The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 211 Liu Zhimin’s Third Identity (Two in One)

The black model taxi shuttled through the traffic.

In the car, Bae Yong-jun and Liu Zhimin looked at each other through the rearview mirror.

There was panic in Liu Zhimin's eyes, but his body did not move, as if he was stunned by this sudden change.

"Ji Min, fasten your seatbelt." Approaching the intersection, Pei Yongjun slowed down the car, stopped at the red light, and warned Liu Zhimin in the rearview mirror, "We still have to go a while."

"...It's you?" Liu Zhimin seemed to finally come to his senses. He looked at Pei Yongjun intently and asked, "Is it really you?"

"It's me." Pei Yongjun smiled and nodded, "It's a bit congested, now..."

click!
Liu Zhimin suddenly turned around and grabbed the car door handle, wanting to get out of the car and run away while the light was red, but the car door did not move at all.

Click, click, click!
She pulled several times, but the door wouldn't budge.

"I'm worried that you might be unsafe, so the car door is locked from the outside." Pei Yongjun looked at Liu Zhimin, who was fiddling with the door handle with a frown in the back seat, and reminded her with a smile.

Without even raising her head, Liu Zhimin reached for the other door in disbelief. The result was the same; no matter how hard she pulled, the door didn't respond.

The car shuddered and began to slide forward. The red light had passed, and the best opportunity to escape had also passed.

"Ah!" Liu Zhimin screamed in anger and slapped the door handle, but heard a burst of laughter coming from the front.

Turning my head, I saw Pei Yongjun in the rearview mirror with a smile on his face.

"What are you laughing at!" Liu Zhimin angrily punched the back of the driver's seat, making a dull thud, but Pei Yongjun didn't react at all. Instead, her own fingers were hurt by the shock.

"Oh, be careful. If you continue like this, I will have to go down and tie you up." Pei Yongjun turned his head, his eyes sliding across her body, passing over the two trembling grapefruits in her arms, as if he was thinking about how to tie her up later.

"Don't look!" Angrily, Liu Zhimin pulled the collar of his windbreaker tightly.

Become stingy.

Tsk.

Pei Yongjun shook his head.

The car continued to move forward. Liu Zhimin didn't do anything else. It seemed that he realized that he couldn't escape before the car stopped. He didn't say anything, but looked out the window angrily, as if he had made up his mind not to talk to Pei Yongjun.

There was silence in the car. Bae Yong-jun turned on the stereo and played Twice's songs. Likey Likey's cheerful singing voice floated in the car.

What was unexpected was that after the car crossed the Han River, the traffic on both sides became increasingly sparse, and the car was driving further and further off the road, and finally turned onto the scenic path next to Cheonggyecheon.

Liu Zhimin finally broke the silence, "Why are you here? Where is Master Jin?"

"Jin Yuanxiong has diarrhea, so he asked me to take his place today." Pei Yongjun explained seriously.

"Is he in cahoots with you? When did you two get together?" Liu Zhimin ignored Pei Yongjun's words and asked directly.

"About an hour ago, I kidnapped him. When I called you, he had three pistols on his waist. If he said the wrong thing, he would be killed on the spot." Pei Yongjun frowned, his eyes grim, looking like a vicious gang leader.

"You'd better be careful, or your life will be in danger."

"Go to hell!" Liu Zhimin glared at him fiercely, looking at the scenes on both sides of the car, and asked fiercely, "Hey! Where is this? Where are you taking me?"

But her voice was a little bit scared, and she didn't seem as fearless as she looked.

Pei Yongjun looked at her white and tender little hands that subconsciously held on to the car seat because of nervousness, and thought she was a little cute.

"Hey! I'm asking you!" Liu Zhimin addressed Pei Yongjun, which degenerated into "Hey".

"This is a great place. We'll be there soon." Pei Yongjun turned the car into a small road and parked it on the top of a small hill. Next to the car was a wooden viewing platform.

"Get out of the car." Pei Yongjun pulled the parking brake, got up and got out of the car and opened the back door with the key. "Jimin, we're here."

Liu Zhimin, who was huddled in the back seat, held her bag in front of her chest with both hands, glanced at him, slowly stood up, then suddenly threw the bag at him, turned around and was about to run.

Then a strong hand easily grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back.

Bae Yong-jun took Liu Zhimin into his arms and walked slowly towards the viewing platform beside Cheonggyecheon like an intimate couple.

"Ah! Let me go!"

Liu Zhimin twisted and turned violently in his arms, almost punching and kicking him, "Pervert! Let me go!"

"Pervert? What's wrong with me?" Pei Yongjun felt her petite and energetic body rubbing against him in his arms. Her struggle had no effect on him, and instead he felt somewhat satisfied.

"What's wrong with you? You pretended to be a driver and tricked me here. What on earth do you want to do? Kidnap me?" Liu Zhimin couldn't break free and snorted angrily.

"Some people run away after losing a bet. I can't do anything about it." Pei Yongjun looked at her puffed-up cheeks and chuckled softly, "If you don't work as a driver, I'm afraid you'll refuse to pay, right?"

"I, I didn't run away!" Liu Zhimin's waist was soft, but her mouth was firm.

"It's okay to run. I'll drive you there for free." Pei Yongjun's hand slid to her thin waist, stroking her slender waistline.

"You..." Liu Zhimin was speechless.

"You should understand the principle of accepting defeat." Pei Yongjun held her in his arms, and the two of them had already reached the wooden railing of the viewing platform.

In the dark night, Cheonggyecheon Stream flows quietly, and under the dim street lights, it sparkles with a rugged light like a black gemstone, dark and full of endless charm, like a pitch-black sky.

"...Okay, I admit defeat," Liu Zhimin turned her head and glared at him, "I admit it."

"It's not like you haven't succeeded before. Touching me is nothing." She seemed to be trying to convince herself, "Let's go back. I promise you."

She turned around and wanted to go back, but Pei Yongjun hugged her and stopped her.

"where to?"

"Mo?"

"Right here." Pei Yongjun exerted a little force with his right hand, and her body turned half a circle, facing him.

"Here?" Liu Zhimin was stunned for a moment, looking at Pei Yongjun in front of him with an expression of disbelief in his eyes, "Here?"

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, and her black windbreaker was spread on the wooden railing behind her. The black and yellow contrasted with the river behind her, and the colors complemented each other.

But, if we fulfill the bet here and can't touch through clothes, then wouldn't that be...

Lu, Lu...

Liu Zhimin was embarrassed and angry, and raised her hand to slap the shameless Pei Yongjun.

Snapped.

Pei Yongjun took her arm with ease and looked at her with a playful look, "Don't want to?"

"Pervert! Go to hell!" Liu Zhimin shouted.

Pei Yongjun chuckled softly, and with his other hand he easily pushed her arm aside, and with a swish he pulled open her coat, revealing a bulging pure white sailor suit from the front of her windbreaker. Against the night sky and the dark river, it looked really white.

Liu Zhimin tried hard to resist, but Pei Yongjun was too strong.

Bae Yong-jun respected her female willingness to accept the offer while rejecting it.

Trench coat, bow tie, sailor suit.

The collar was slightly open, revealing her delicate neck and exquisite collarbone, making people unable to stop. "Ah!" Liu Zhimin screamed, her fair cheeks flushed with shame and anger, "If you really dare to do anything to me, just wait, my dad will definitely be angry!"

Bae Yongjun's fingers paused on the buttons of her sailor uniform.

He looked into Liu Zhimin's eyes, his dark pupils deep and deep, and asked word by word, "What about you?"

“Jimin, how angry would your father be if he knew you were secretly using his intelligence network to give orders?”

Liu Zhimin was stunned and stopped struggling suddenly.

"Using his intelligence network, following artists, running around, becoming a sasaeng fan, and selling clues, how angry would he be?"

Pei Yongjun looked at her truly panicked eyes, and the scene of the two of them on the hill outside Incheon Port flashed through his mind.

He looked at the mobile phone numbers he had just exchanged, and the number ending in 7963 seemed familiar to him.

Memories hidden deep in his mind gradually surfaced, and he remembered that night several months ago.

When tracking Choi Jong-bum's hiding place, among the five sasaeng fans, there was one with a cell phone number ending in 7963, who often rode in Kim Won-woong's car. He paid special attention to him and said that he was his big customer, often rode in his car, and was generous with his money.

When he returned home at night, he immediately found the chat records.

Sure enough, it was the same number.

She is a trainee at SM. Besides being a rich girl from Incheon Port, she also has another secret identity in Seoul: a sasaeng fan.

In other words, rather than being a sasaeng, he is more like an amateur paparazzi, following others everywhere and then selling clues and evidence in the circle of sasaeng fans.

"What do you know?" Liu Zhimin came back to her senses, the shy blush on her face disappeared, her fair and tender face was tense, and her eyes were fixed on Pei Yongjun.

"I know a lot, but not much. I have some idea of what you've probably done."

"You're the Cheongdam-dong One-Punch Man, right? You're quite famous among sasaeng fans. You know a lot and your clues are quite accurate. Although the price is high, there are plenty of people willing to pay."

Pei Yongjun revealed Liu Zhimin's other identity in one sentence.

"One Punch Man, you really do like to punch people."

"How do you know?" Liu Zhimin asked.

"Follow the clues and find out who you followed with Kim Won-woong's car. Then see what information spreads quickly in the illegitimate community. It won't be too much trouble to find out which account is yours."

Liu Zhimin frowned and bit his lower lip.

"By the way, thank you for speaking up for me last time."

Before he finally exposed Lee Seung-ri's crimes, the account "Cheongdam-dong One-Punch Man" said some good things about him during the online controversy, encouraging many people to go to the nightclub to support him.

He smiled and tried to touch Liu Zhimin's hair, but she slapped him away, "I must be blind to help you!"

"So fierce? Then continue?" Pei Yongjun felt a little pain on the back of his hand.

"You dare?! Are you trying to scare me? So what if my dad finds out? I'm not afraid of him getting angry." Liu Zhimin glared with her eyes wide open.

"Well, I'm not afraid." Pei Yongjun nodded and changed the subject, "Then..."

"What about her? What if she finds out?"

"Will she be curious about where you got so many clues?"

Liu Zhimin's body trembled.

She knew who Pei Yongjun was talking about. It was her stepmother who regarded her as a thorn in her side. If she knew about this...

Pei Yongjun looked at Liu Zhimin who was lost in thought, and continued with his previous thoughts.

It is not surprising that Liu Zhimin is a stalker fan, but what is strange is that she has so many clues and they are so accurate that she even knows some extremely secret things.

Whether it was Lee Ji-eun who couldn't help but warn herself, or Lim Nayeon who almost blurted out the answer, the facts finally proved that Liu Zhimin's warning was not groundless.

She may not know what will happen, but she must at least know that something bad will happen.

For a young girl who is still a trainee, this result is almost impossible to achieve, unless...

It was her father, Liu Xunjie, the chief of Incheon Water Police Station.

This ambitious man who dominated the Port of Incheon must have set up a powerful intelligence network in order to find out the political trends in Seoul at the first time.

Liu Zhimin must have some channels that allow him to secretly contact and even utilize this intelligence network. This is the reason why Liu Zhimin was able to become famous and succeed repeatedly.

"Jimin, do you know where this place is?"

"Where?" Liu Zhimin came back to his senses and asked hesitantly.

"Down below is Cheonggyecheon Parking Lot No. 3." Bae Young-jun tapped the ground with his right foot. "I followed Lim Nayeon that day and came here."

"You're here?" Liu Zhimin blurted out.

"Yeah, I'm here." Pei Yongjun nodded. "And then someone got hit by a car here. You know that, right?"

Liu Zhimin nodded.

"You knew it a long time ago, but you didn't tell me that following Lin Nayeon would be dangerous, right?" Bae Yongjun continued to ask.

"...Why should I tell you." Liu Zhimin turned his head and looked at the railing beside him.

"Because you didn't tell me, I feel a little sorry for you. That's why you came to remind me today. I hope that Kim Dong-gun, Park Min-soo and the others won't escalate the conflict. After all, they have something on me, right?"

Bae Young-joon gradually uncovers the motives behind Yoo Ji-min's strange behavior today.

"Thank you so much for caring about me. No wonder I thought you liked me." He raised his hand and reached for Liu Zhimin's hair again. This time she did not resist.

"...Who would like you, you stinky man, you pervert." Liu Zhimin didn't look at him, but muttered softly with her face turned to the side, looking a little aggrieved.

"But you insisted on making a bet. Even if he endured it at the time, he must have hated you in his heart."

"But I won the bet." Pei Yongjun's fingertips moved lightly, curled up her hair, and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

"Is it that important? You just want to..." Liu Zhimin's cheeks flushed. "Do you know how much trouble you've gotten yourself into?"

"It's worth it no matter how big the trouble is." Pei Yongjun said softly.

"..."

A gentle breeze blew through Liu Zhimin's hair.

"Pity you, please."

Liu Zhimin gently unbuttoned her clothes.

The dark and cold riverside is as warm as ointment.

The touch of fingers and palms is beautiful.

Spring River plumbing.

(End of this chapter)