The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 22 Man is about to die
Nonhyeon-dong, Gangnam-gu.

The black car turned a corner on the street, went into an alley on the side, and after circling half a circle, it stopped next to a small courtyard.

"We're here." Pei Yongjun unbuckled his seat belt, pushed the door and got out of the car.

"Are we there?" Cui Xueli got off the car and glanced at the closed courtyard gate next to her. She was about to ask where this was, but she saw a person walking out of a small door next to her.

He is of medium build and looks middle-aged, with short, curly, slightly yellowish hair and light eyebrows, but he doesn't look his age.

But he looks a little familiar...

Cui Xueli looked at him twice more, a little hesitant, "Hello, are you..."

"This is Officer Kim Yong-min, very reliable." Bae Yong-jun introduced, "This is Choi Sulli."

"Ah, you're the one from before?" Choi Sulli's eyes widened as she finally recognized him and quickly bowed and greeted him, "Hello."

The Kim Yong-min in front of him was actually the policeman who had just driven away in a police car with Choi Jong-bum.

"Hello again, Miss Cui." Jin Rongmin smiled and nodded, "Let's go inside and talk."

He led the two into the yard.

The four-story white building has a large police badge hanging on its exterior wall, with a line of small words next to it: Seoul Nonhyeon-dong Police Station.

"Thank you for your help." Pei Yongjun said.

"Oh, that's nothing." Jin Rongmin waved his hand. "Yongjun, how can I not help you? It's his good fortune to send a scum like him to prison as soon as possible."

Kim Yong-min is a relative of Bae Yong-jun's mother. They have taken care of Bae Yong-jun since he was a child, so he should call him uncle.

He was originally a low-ranking officer in Busan. Earlier this year, when his children came to Seoul to make a living, he found a job as a demobilized soldier. He was a captain at the Nonhyeon-dong Police Station. His rank wasn't high, but he was a key figure in the station.

In order to convict Choi Jong-bum of extortion, the police's cooperation is necessary. This is why Bae Yong-jun arranged to meet Choi Jong-bum in Nonhyeon-dong, making Choi Jong-bum's call to the police a trap.

In addition to this, Bae Yong-jun also asked Kim Yong-min to do a small favor, which was to erase what he did to Choi Jong-bum last night.

After a few pleasantries, Jin Rongmin led them into the police station building, walked to the end of the corridor, and stopped at the door of the interrogation room.

"This guy is talking very enthusiastically in there." Jin Rongmin pursed his lips angrily, "Listen to him."

Choi Jong-Bum's excited voice was heard from the room.

"Officer! Just last night, Choi Sulli, that's Choi Jinri, hired someone to beat me up. She broke into my house and beat me! She even stole my money!"

"Ah Xi! This is the money I saved with great difficulty! Hundreds of millions?"

"Officer, see, I'm injured! Look here, and here!"

Pei Yongjun turned his head and looked at Cui Xueli beside him. She unconsciously pursed her thin lips, and worry appeared in her eyes.

Choi Jong-Bum's shouting made her feel uneasy, and all kinds of worst-case scenarios kept flashing through her mind.

"Go to the room opposite and wait for a while." Pei Yongjun pointed across the corridor.

"Aren't I going in with you?" she asked.

Pei Yongjun shook his head.

"Oh, okay, editor-in-chief, I'll go wait across the street." Choi Sulli smiled and tried to look relaxed, as if she didn't want to make Bae Yongjun worry too much.

"If you can't laugh, then stop laughing."

"No." She shook her head stubbornly, "It's okay."

Pei Yongjun looked at her twice and said nothing more.

"Let's go in." He looked at Kim Yongmin.

Choi Jong-Bum in the room was still shouting excitedly.

"His arms, thighs, and head are all injured! Look, look!"

"You need to send people to arrest her and her accomplices!"

Jin Rongmin knocked on the door twice and pushed it open.

There was a table in the room, and a young policeman was sitting behind it.

Across the table was an interrogation chair, and sitting on it was Choi Jong-bum, his arm raised high, showing the injury on his elbow. Bae Yong-jun stepped forward and met his gaze.

Choi Jong-Bum glanced at him and was stunned.

"You?" His eyes gradually widened, his mouth opened, and he gradually revealed an expression of disbelief and joy. "It's you?"

Although the tattoo was removed, Choi Jong-bum will never forget the face that frightened him, but now he is in the police station.

He was pleasantly surprised.

"Ah! It's him!" He raised his hand and pointed at Pei Yongjun, his face full of excitement, looking at the police behind the table, "It's him! He's the one who hit me!"

"Quick! Catch him!"

"Officer! Hurry! Hurry!" Choi Jong-bum kept urging, imagining the scene of Bae Yong-jun surrendering and then Choi Sulli begging for mercy, his expression full of joy.

After hearing this, the young policeman behind the desk picked up the handcuffs and stood up from behind the desk.

Then he walked straight to the interrogation chair and handcuffed Choi Jong-bum's hands with a click.

The joy on Choi Jong-Bum's face froze in an instant, and his eyes were filled with astonishment.

"Mo? Mo! Officer, you..."

The police ignored him and grabbed his arm, holding it high.

Jin Rongmin walked to the corner, stood in the blind spot, picked up the clothesline leaning against the wall, and unplugged the surveillance camera.

Then he picked up a thick notebook from the table, walked to the interrogation chair, and placed it on Choi Jong-bum's chest.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Choi Jong-Bum finally came to his senses and began to struggle, but the police behind him held his wrists tightly.

"Ah! I am the victim! Catch him! Ah!" He roared at the top of his lungs, but the two men did not react at all, like cold machines.

Amidst the sound of his struggle, Bae Yong-jun walked to the table, opened the second drawer, took out a hammer, and looked at Choi Jong-bum.

"Oh! He's going to kill someone! Kill someone!" Choi Jong-bum was like a fish in a hot pot, his eyes filled with fear as he watched Bae Yong-jun approaching with a hammer.

Pei Yongjun came to stand in front of him and asked coldly, "Who hit you?"

"Officer! Sir!" Choi Jong-Bum turned a deaf ear to him and just kept shouting like a live fish in a hot pot, extremely piercing, "Help! Help!"

"Who is it!" Pei Yongjun suddenly swung his right hand and hammered him on the chest, hitting the notebook with a dull sound like rotten leather.

"Uh, uh..." Choi Jong-Bum's facial features suddenly wrinkled together, veins on his neck bulged, his face was full of pain, he could no longer shout, he could only open his mouth and gasp.

"Oh, I taught you to understand human language yesterday, but now you have forgotten it? Huh?" Bae Yong-jun asked coldly. He grabbed Choi Jong-bum's hair with his left hand and looked at his frightened eyes.

"Who hit you?" Jin Rongmin beside him asked sternly, "Who?"

"It's really him," Choi Jong-Bum looked up at Kim Yong-Min beside him, hysterically and desperately, "Officer, it's really... Ugh!"

Pei Yongjun struck again with the hammer, and the dull sound was like muffled thunder.

"Ah!" Choi Jong-Bum's red eyes suddenly bulged as if they were about to explode, and his expression was one of excruciating pain.

It took him a while to relax completely, his arms drooping limply behind the chair, snot and tears streaming down his face.

"It hurts, it hurts, help, help..."

Pei Yongjun grabbed his hair again.

"Who hit you? Tell me!" Jin Rongmin asked.

"I don't know, I really don't know..." Choi Jong-Bum's forehead was covered in sweat, and his eyes were scattershot. "Help, I'm dying, help me..."

"Think!" Jin Rongmin shouted.

"I don't know, I was wrong, help, please forgive me, please forgive me..." Choi Jong-Bum's face wrinkled into a ball, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably, "I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

"You don't know you are wrong, you know you are going to die." Pei Yongjun said coldly.

tom!
He raised his hand and struck again with a hammer.

(End of this chapter)