Episode 122. Wajak (1)
It was inside a dark container.
In a space about 3 meters high that looked like several containers connected together, Gong Chi-yeong was hanging upside down from the ceiling and bleeding.
puck- puck-
The men standing around hit Gong Chi-young’s torso like a punching bag with wooden sticks and steel pipes.
“Big— kuck!”
His mouth was gagged and he couldn’t even scream properly.
Then the man sitting in the back shouted in Chinese.
“stop.”
The man was Joo Song-san, a direct subordinate of Jin Shi-jong, the elder of Oh Won-hoe.
There was a Korean-Chinese interpreter next to me. He was a subordinate of the Chunseong faction who helped Oh Won-hoe come to Korea and use his current position.
Joo Song-san spoke through him.
“Are you still thinking about fire?”
“… … .”
The gag was released when the torture was over.
Even so, Gong Chi-young hung on his back and said nothing.
“You bastard whose mouth is as heavy as his body… . I wanted to settle things a little peacefully… . From fingernails to toenails, pluck one every 10 minutes. Once they’re all pulled out, they cut off one by one from toe to finger every 5 minutes. Let’s see if he doesn’t say that.”
gulp-
Even the Korean-Chinese member of the Chunseong faction, who was interpreting the words, swallowed in fear.
First, Gong Chi-young’s thumb nail was pulled out.
“Ugh-!”
The gag was not applied. Even so, Gong Chi-young endured the screams.
In such a situation, So Han-bi, a subordinate standing behind Ju Song-san, asked.
“He’s a pretty persistent guy.”
“That’s right. He will open his mouth only when his life is in front of his nose. Oh, hasn’t Song Wi-jun contacted you yet?”
I was referring to the subordinate who had been waiting in the PC room where Gong Chi-young had been kidnapped.
Among them, Song Wi-jun was famous for his cruel personality. To the extent that he cut off the hand and limb of a subordinate who had insulted him with an ax on the spot.
“None. Shall we check?”
“I’ll have to wait quietly, but I’m a little concerned.”
“Rather than that, wouldn’t it be a bit excessive to make a deal with a place called Chunseongpa for this case? Sahafa, who had a deal with us, might take issue with it.”
The Saha faction, which originally dominated Busan and the southern region, joined hands with the Jinryonghoeran organization.
However, the connection between the organizations collapsed when the bodies of Ham Man-bok, the boss of the Saha faction, and Ju Jin-hong of the Jinryonghoe were found.
Accordingly, Oh Won-hoe squeezed into the gap and made a deal with Sahapa’s new boss.
However, the source of the information Oh Won-hoe needed this time was the Seoul area. It was inevitable, so I was worried about the planned deal with Sahafa belatedly.
“What do you think of the Chunseongpa Lee Sang-wook I saw during the day?”
“I must have been very greedy. By the way, we also tried to contact the Chunseong faction in the first place, but didn’t a guy named Im Chunseong refuse?”
Lee Sang-wook, as the third-ranked member of the Chunseong faction, has actually managed the business of the Chunseong faction.
However, unlike his sharp brain and greed for power, his position in the organization was weak because he was weak in battle.
Then, as soon as he was contacted by Oh Won-hoe, he accepted and helped with the work in Seoul.
“Well, we just have to help Lee Sang-wook swallow the Chunseongpa after this task is finished. what after that… Sahapa will take care of it.”
The last words were spoken quietly so that the interpreter, who was a little away, could not hear them.
This is because it was judged that the Saha faction was easier to handle than the Chunseong faction.
In the meantime, as another 10 minutes passed, Gong Chi-young’s index finger nail was pulled out.
“Ughhh—”
“… He’s a real bad guy.”
“You seem to have a good understanding of the guy who turned the Minebook.”
“Since it’s a very close relationship, they probably kept their mouths shut like they do now. Rather, contact Song Wi-jun.”
“All right.”
So Han-bi took out her cell phone and dialed Song Wi-joon’s Daepo phone number.
After a long beep, the connection was established.
“How is it? Haven’t they come yet?”
[Was his name Song Wi-jun?]
What came over the receiver was Chinese, but it was not Song Wi-jun’s voice.
“What are you? What about Song Wijun?”
[Weren’t you looking for me?]
“… Is that him?”
Joo Song-san, who was listening to the call next to him, became subtle.
“what? Who are you talking to?”
At that question, So Han-bi covered the bottom of her phone and turned her head.
“It looks like Song Wi-jun was hit.”
“… what? So, is the guy on the phone right now that guy?”
“For now, it seems like that.”
Everyone who saw it in person died at Hong Ma Apartment in Kowloon Province, Hong Kong. At that time, the only survivor was Lee Jin-pyeong.
However, Lee Jin-pyeong also collapsed after being shot at first, so there was nothing to confirm.
I didn’t know if the man on the phone was really him.
Joo Song-san flicked her fingers and took over the phone.
“Are you the bastard of Hong Kong? You killed Zhang Jiqian?”
Zhang Ji-chen was a member of the Five Won Society who was killed by Kang-su at Hongma Apartment. He was also a subordinate of Songsan Ju.
[Was his name Zhang Jichen?]
“It was right that we came to the right place. The bastard here was the key.”
Joo Song-san was delighted as if he had answered correctly in a quiz.
In response, Kang-soo spoke over the receiver.
[Should I give you a compliment?]
“If possible, I would like you to come all the way here in person.”
[okay? Don’t worry about that.]
“… what?”
Quaang—!
The opening of the container shattered with a tremendous sound, and a car crashed into it. Ju Song-san and the others couldn’t help but flinch in surprise.
The car came to a halt with the front completely smashed.
At this, Songsan Ju slowly raised his head. It was in a bad state, but I could tell that it was the car that Song Wi-jun had been driving.
“Crazy bastard… Did you come here after finding out? Sohanbi.”
“All right.”
Hanbi So, who had retreated to the other side, raised her head and headed for the car.
Others approached the broken entrance. He was a member of an organization borrowed from the Chunseong faction.
A car suddenly rushed at them earlier, so they urgently avoided it, so it only appeared now.
rattle—
As the door opened, a masked rain fell.
Kang-soo saw Gong Chi-young hanging upside down from the ceiling in the middle of a spacious container. I could see the faintly open eyes on the blood-soaked face.
“You are that bastard.”
Joo Song-san glared at him with sharp, sparkling eyes.
At this, Kang-soo twisted his neck as if he had been in a car accident and loosened it.
“I didn’t come here to exchange useless conversations, you bastards, come on. I will make it whatever you want.”
seuleung—
Kang-soo, who relaxed, took out two karambit knives from his arms and held them in both hands. It was one of the blades the guys were holding in the PC room earlier.
“I knew he had something because he thoroughly robbed Hongma Apartment. Were you just a crazy bastard?”
Joo Song-san’s eyes were fixed on So Han-bi and the men around him. I knew very well what that signal was.
So Han-bi took the lead and surrounded the area with Chunseong faction’s subordinates.
At that time, a huge man strode out of the Chunseong group.
“What are you doing all the hard work? I am the only one like this.”
It was Lim Joong-tae, the right-hand man of Lee Sang-wook and the leader of the action group in the Chunseong faction.
At the age of 34, he is 210 cm tall and weighs 130 kg. I was boxing until high school, so my body movements were quite nimble.
It was a fist that was considered a promising player in the Chunseong faction.
At that time, a Korean-Chinese organization member in charge of interpreting who was hiding in a corner met Ju Song-san’s eyes. He cautiously approached and translated Lim Jung-tae’s words.
“Ohh… You want to try it alone?”
“Don’t worry. Heh.”
Lim Joong-tae had ambitions like Lee Sang-wook. I wanted to get out of Korea and wrinkle the underworld with my fists.
So, being instructed to help the famous Wu Yuan Hui in China, I kept waiting to be noticed by them. Now was that opportunity.
“Then do it.”
“thank you!”
It was because I had heard that Ju Song-san had a considerable position within the Wu-Won-Hui.
Soon, Lim Joong-tae swung his shoulders and released them. Then he strode toward the river and took light steps.
As it was an important opportunity, it was a will to never be vigilant and to defeat Kangsu without fail.
hook— hook—
Lim Joong-tae stretched out a heavy one-two in front of Kang-soo with light steps. The distance was captured at once.
At that moment, a smile forms on Lim Joong-tae’s lips. At the same time, along with the one-two, he landed a hook to the side of Kang-su’s face.
Hook— Hook—
Kangsu lightly moved his head to avoid it. Then, Lim Joong-tae’s bloody straights came out.
Pak—
“… … ?”
Lim Joong-tae’s fist, which was 1.5 times bigger than that of ordinary people, was pierced.
However, it was Kang-soo’s left hand, not his face.
“Was it just a fuss over something like this?”
“This bastard!”
The fist he was trying to grab straight away did not budge from Kang-soo’s hand.
In response, Lim Joong-tae swung his left fist right in front of his nose.
Hook— whoohook— puck—
Kangsu, who easily dodged his fist, landed his right fist on Lim Joong-tae’s abdomen.
“Big—”
Lim Joong-tae, who had a lot of strength, folded his back in a ‘ㄱ’ shape with a moan.
It didn’t end there.
Quadduk—
Kangsu gave strength to his left hand. Lim Joong-tae’s fists clenched in him shattered, and a scream erupted.
“aaagh—! My, my hand!”
“Only with this?”
Wooddeuk— Pupuk—
Along with the question, Kangsu twisted his arm, turned it over, and stabbed him in the elbow and wrist with the karambit knife he was holding.
The highly anticipated fight ended so easily.
At the same time, the faces of the Chunseong faction members who were cheering for Lim Jung-tae became contemplative.
“… … .”
Lim Joong-tae struggled, holding on to the hand with the broken blood vessel. The big size that was more reliable than anyone else was useless.
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Now, they were busy hesitating, fearing that they would become like Lim Joong-tae.
“He must have been quite capable. then… Sohanbi.”
“Yes, I will take care of it.”
So Han-bi, who was standing next to Joo Song-san, took off her jacket and threw it aside, then folded her sleeves.
Then a woman’s voice came from behind them.
“Soo. I’ll take care of him.”
Joo Song-san and So Han-bi looked back in surprise.
Gong Chi-yeong, which had been hung upside down, was down, and Simon and Teresa were wearing masks next to it.
What Theresa had just said.
“… okay.”
He seemed very angry for some reason.
Kang-soo slightly retreated, and So Han-bi’s gaze turned to Teresa.
“Your b*tch will deal with me?”
“I’m just going to ask you one thing.”
“what?”
“He, did you make it like that?”
Teresa pointed to Gong Chi-young, who was lying down next to Simon.
“That bear-like guy? I could have cut off my fingers and toes… . Well, you can do it after you deal with them.”
“I’m a bit angry right now. So you’d better not think about falling down gracefully.”
After talking, the two stood facing each other.
Then Hanbi So spread her arms and bent her knees, taking a strange posture.
Sohanbi kicked off the ground at the same time and ran. A fist reached out and aimed at Theresa’s stomach.
Shuaaak— Papak!
Teresa jumped back and turned around as she parried the fist. Landing on the floor, he swung his kick at high speed.
Papak— Papa papak—
Teresa’s legs stretched out as if they were floating in the air and hit Hanbi So Hanbi like a wave.
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