The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 51 A little disgusting
Park Yong-seong held a fruit knife in his right hand, with a cold gleam in it. Following the light of the flashlight, he pounced on Pei Yong-jun with a strange cry.

Then his voice died away and turned into a scream.

"what!"

The lights in the room suddenly came on, from extremely dim to extremely bright, dazzling Park Yongcheng's eyes, which were wide open. Tears welled up in his eyes, his brain buzzed, and he could not see anything.

Pei Yongjun twisted his body to avoid Park Yongcheng who was rushing towards him like a headless fly, pulled him up by the arm, and threw him aside. With a crisp snap, the folding stool was smashed to pieces. The fruit knife in his hand fell far away and he groaned in pain on the floor.

"Eunfei, did you take the picture?" Pei Yongjun looked towards the door.

After turning off the power, Quan Enfei hurried over and was standing at the door, holding her cell phone in both hands, looking at him nervously.

"Eun-Princess?"

"Ah? I took a picture!" Kwon Eun-bi came to her senses, ran quickly to Pei Yongjun and handed him the phone.

On the screen, there was the scene of Park Yong-seong attacking Bae Yong-jun with a sharp knife.

Pei Yongjun took the phone and slowly walked to Park Yongcheng's side. He stepped on Park Yongcheng's wrist as he was about to reach for the fruit knife. He squatted down and looked at him while he cried out in pain. "Do you really want to kill someone?"

"Ah! Who let you in? Get out!"

"Let go! Let me go..." Park Yongcheng struggled and suddenly recognized Pei Yongjun, "You, it's you?!"

"It's me, Bae Yongjun, from Hanjiang Sports." Bae Yongjun nodded.

"Aren't you a reporter?!" He was so shocked that he forgot to struggle. "What are you doing?!"

"I want to interview my source, but you seem reluctant."

"Informant? Her?" He looked at Zheng Roumei on the sofa. "You, you want to expose something?"

Pei Yongjun nodded.

"Ha, who do you think you are? Senior Junying is very powerful. Let me tell you, even the police can't do anything to him! You're just a paparazzi, and you dare to act like a ghost here? Who do you think you are!"

Park Yong-sung looked at him with disdain.

"Then what are you?" Pei Yongjun stood up, his eyes cold, "Park Yongcheng, are you still a man?"

"You!" Park Yongcheng's eyes suddenly turned red after being touched in the sore spot, "Xiba! What do you know!"

"This bitch..."

Pei Yongjun stepped on his right cheek, cutting off his voice. "Your yelling is too ugly, just shut up."

He turned over his phone and showed the screen to Park Yong-seong, who was waving a fruit knife and looking crazy.

Then, Pei Yongjun slid the screen and saw a video captured by the surveillance camera of him slapping Zheng Youmei.

"Can you debut with photos like this? Which agency will let you debut?"

"K9? Does Jung Joon-young dare?"

This is fatal black material, enough to shatter all the possibilities of debut for the little trainee Park Yong-sung.

Park Yongcheng, who was still shouting just now, suddenly changed his expression drastically, revealing a deep fear. His mouth opened and closed, but he could not utter a word, and could only drool, "You, you wuwu..."

Pei Yongjun frowned, loosened his right foot, and immediately got up from the ground, "You can't do this! No!"

He looked at Pei Yongjun in panic, his whole body shaking like a sieve. "Reporter! Reporter-nim! Please, don't do this!"

"I'm so close to debuting! I've been a trainee for six years, I'm just this close!"

Pei Yongjun was unmoved. Park Yongcheng fell to his knees and said, "Please, I've suffered so much. I don't want anything anymore."

"I don't know anything, what do you want me to do?"

He crawled forward on his knees and pounced on Pei Yongjun, but was kicked to the ground by Pei Yongjun. He then immediately got up and slammed his head to the ground with a thud. "Just let me debut, let me debut!" "Please," he cried, crawling towards Pei Yongjun, howling, "Anything is fine! Let me go! Have mercy on me, I just want to debut!"

"You can make money by debuting. I'll give you money! A lot of money! Don't expose me, please!"

"You can do whatever you want." He suddenly remembered something and pointed at Zheng Roumei. "She! And her! Let her serve you. She is very obedient! Really!"

He kowtowed in front of Pei Yongjun, and his forehead soon became swollen.

"Do you want me to stay hidden?" Pei Yongjun said.

"Ah," Park Yongcheng raised his head suddenly, his face full of hope, "Yes, yes, please, reporter nim!"

"Sorry, no," Pei Yongjun shook his head slowly, "You're a little too disgusting."

Park Yong-sung's expression froze on his face, and he suddenly turned pale.

"If you have anything to say, you should talk to the police." Pei Yongjun looked at him.

"Police?" He came back to his senses, his face full of fear. "What police?"

"You were the one who caused the injuries on her body, right?"

"Illegal imprisonment, intentional injury, intimidation, extortion. You should stay in the detention center and reflect on your actions for a while."

Park Yong-seong froze for a moment, looked at Park Yong-seong, then suddenly jumped up, crawled out, but was tripped by Pei Yong-jun's foot and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Wires." Pei Yongjun reached out to Quan Enfei, and she quickly handed him the wires from the electrician's bag.

Pei Yongjun held down Park Yongcheng, tied him up in a few seconds, dragged him into the bedroom, tied him to the radiator, and sent a text message to Jin Rongmin, asking him to come over.

Then he left the bedroom, locked Park Yong-seong inside, and walked back to the living room. Kwon Eun-bi was squatting beside the sofa, helping Jung Yoo-mi tidy up her hair.

"Team leader." She saw Pei Yongjun come out and slowly helped Zheng Youmei up.

"Reporter nim, is all this true?" Zheng Roumei looked at him in a daze.

"it is true."

"Why are you doing this?" she murmured to herself, looking as fragile as a leaf drifting in the wind.

"Because you agreed to my interview, I have to protect my informant. This is my principle." Pei Yongjun said in a calm tone.

"Thank you, thank you, I will tell you everything..."

She buried her face between her knees and burst into tears. "Thank you for believing in me. Finally, someone believes in me."

After a long while, she finally stopped crying, wiped her tears, and looked at Pei Yongjun, "I'm sorry, reporter Pei, thank you."

"It's okay. If it's okay, let's start the interview." Pei Yongjun took out a shorthand notebook from his bag and looked at Quan Enbi. "Interview first, then check the injuries. Do you remember how you did it to Hara last time?"

"Remember." Quan Enfei nodded.

"It's still the same. Take it." He took out a camera from his bag and handed it to her. "You take pictures and I'll record them."

"Roumeixi," he looked at Zheng Roumei, "Please tell me the truth you know."

"Well, I originally thought I would never meet Jung Joon-young again, until one night two months ago, he suddenly brought some people into my residence..."

Jung Yoo-mi tells her story.

"The nightmare begins..."

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