A little farewell is better than a wedding. Du Weiguo and Zhao Yingnan kissed each other passionately, lingering and sentimental, and changing the mood.
Little did he know that Xiao Ma, who was left at the venue, was already exhausted and anxious. Zhao Yingnan disappeared without a trace, and he almost went crazy with anxiety!
At this moment, several Japanese left-wing thugs who broke into the banquet hall and committed crimes have been taken away by the belatedly arriving police.
There were 2 dead and 6 injured at the scene. Others were also frightened. It was a mess. The casualties were basically reporters from various newspapers in Goryeo.
Brother Ma, who was internally devastated, was surrounded by police and reporters. He was overwhelmed with messages of thanks, interviews, and interrogations. Korean, English, and Chinese were all mixed together, making his head as big as a bucket.
He and Brother Xiao Long are both heroes. Xiao Ma subdued two thugs at the scene, and Brother Xiao Long even single-handedly knocked down the most brutal leader among them.
After such a big scene, they were bound to go to the police station to take notes no matter what. Xiao Ma had no choice but to do the next best thing. He could only arrange a few subordinates to try to find Zhao Yingnan.
Xiao Ma's eyes were empty and he was surrounded by the crowd as he walked out with a numb expression. His hands were in his pockets, tightly holding on to the life-saving pen that suddenly appeared just now, and he kept thinking silently in his heart:
"Sir, is that you?"
Except for Xiao Ma and Chang Mao, who had his fingers cut off and fainted, no one even knew the existence of this pen.
Brother Xiao Ma felt like a mirror in his heart. If it hadn't been for this sudden life-saving pen, he would have been beaten to a pulp by a submachine gun, and he would have been furious on the spot.
Not to mention him, if it hadn't been for this god to suddenly fly out and change the situation at that time, everyone present, including Brother Xiao Long, would probably have died.
No matter how powerful your fists and kicks are, there is no way you can beat a submachine gun!
Possessing this miraculous ability and being able to display it without leaving any trace, Xiao Ma only knows one person who is such a god, and that is Du Weiguo.
Xiao Ma is not stupid. Thinking of Zhao Yingnan's sudden disappearance and the mysterious man's instant rescue, there is a high probability that the gentleman is here.
In the afternoon, despite such a big setback, "Fist of Fury" was still released as scheduled. The Seoul Central Cinema, which Brother Xiao Long personally came to, was besieged and packed with people.
The Seoul police dispatched a total of 300 police officers to maintain order. It was an unprecedented move for a movie.
The hot news that happened in the North Korean hotel in the morning, because the media were present, has now been widely publicized through radio and printed newspapers, and spread to the streets and alleys of Seoul.
This kind of heroic plot is extremely exciting, and the reality is more exciting than the movie. Naturally, it is popular to hear and see, and according to the broadcast.
Brother Xiao Long actually subdued Japanese gun-wielding thugs with his bare hands. This kind of news made the people's national sentiment and curiosity reach the limit.
Businessmen have the most sensitive sense of smell. At present, almost all movie theaters within Seoul are playing "Fist of Fury" on a loop.
Even so, the movie tickets for "Fist of Fury" sold out instantly. Some smart movie theaters even launched pre-sales for the first time, but it was still hard to get a ticket.
Westin Chosun Hotel, Executive Suite, After Yun Yu, Zhao Yingnan's face was flushed, lazily leaning on the sofa, his eyes slightly absent-minded.
The pony sitting opposite her looked a little unhappy, and there was a hint of sadness in his tone:
"Miss, sir, did he really just leave like that? Didn't he even see my face?"
Xiao Ma has always regarded himself as Du Weiguo's leader in Hong Kong Island, but he narrowly escaped death and didn't even see him, which made him feel a little disappointed.
Zhao Yingnan had come to her senses at this moment and knew that Xiao Ma was in trouble. As the mistress, in order to prevent her loyal subordinates from becoming alienated from Du Weiguo, she felt that she needed to explain.
"Xiao Ma, do you think he came to Seoul for a trip or to watch our premiere? All he did was tie his head to his belt and do shocking things.
His enemies are all the most dangerous guys in the world. If we meet rashly, I'm afraid it will hurt us. If it weren't for the emergency situation just now, he probably wouldn't even meet me."
When Xiao Ma heard this, he woke up as if from a dream, his expression turned pale, and his eyes quickly showed a look of shame:
"Miss, yes, I'm sorry. I was too naive. My husband is a man who does great things. Even in his busy schedule, he even bothered to save me. I, I'm such a waste. I failed my husband. I~
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Xiao Ma's eyes were red and his throat was choked. He had an upright character and his loyalty to Du Weiguo had already been fully developed. When he thought about it from his perspective, he instantly became self-blame.
Zhao Yingnan has lived in a hairpin family since she was a child. She has read and seen these techniques of controlling people, and she has learned a lot about them. She changed her subject:
"Okay, Xiaoma, you don't have to blame yourself too much. He has always valued love and justice. You are his confidant. Once you meet him, you will never ignore him.
He came to Seoul this time to carry out a top-secret mission. Wouldn't he rather be exposed than take action? By the way, Xiaoma, about the pen, did you cover it up for him at the police station?"
Xiao Ma nodded quickly:
"Don't worry, miss, I said I shot out the pen in a hurry. The impact of this case is very bad. Those drunkards in the Seoul Police Department are in a hurry to close the case and don't care about these details at all."
Zhao Yingnan nodded slowly, sat up straight, and let out a long sigh:
"That's good. I hope everything goes well for him. Xiao Ma, Seoul is not a place to stay for a long time. We will return to Hong Kong Island tomorrow."
"yes."
At the same time, in Qingtan Cave, an antique-style courtyard villa that occupies a large area, in front of the tea table in the living room, Du Weiguo and a middle-aged man with a resolute appearance, a burly figure, and a lion-like figure were sitting opposite each other, with Reina as his companion.
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This middle-aged man has quite a lot of background. His name is Kim Doo-han. This guy is considered a legendary figure in South Korea and a tycoon in troubled times.
He was originally the godfather of the underworld. During the Civil War between the North and the South, he miraculously unified the gangs in South Korea and became the underground emperor.
Later, he was miraculously cleared and transformed into a political boss, a man of influence and a sure winner in life. Many film and television works in later generations were shot based on him.
Kim Doo-han is now a member of the National Assembly and has been re-elected for two terms. He is also the leader of the Liberal Democratic Party, the third largest party in South Korea, which can be said to be a very powerful position.
Kim Doo-han now has a hidden identity, the largest underground loan shark in South Korea. He cooperates with HSBC Bank and lends money to various cities in South Korea. Among them, Seoul and Busan are the most powerful.
He has hundreds of direct underworld personnel at his disposal, and no less than a few thousand subordinates. The annual turnover involved is as high as 300 million U.S. dollars, and the profit is as high as more than 30 million.
In South Korea, whether it is now or in future generations, the rich are the masters. This golden man straddles the black and white lanes and is a powerful and wealthy man who should not be underestimated.
"Mr. Wesley, I wonder if you have made an appointment with me today through Director Reina. What advice do you have? If it is the matter of finding that Paul King, it is currently in progress and there is no slack."
Jin Douhan speaks Chinese, with a strong Northeast accent. His father took him to live in Northeast China for a period of time when he was young, so he can speak Chinese.
The reason why he spoke Chinese was to secretly show his strength, being well-informed and knowing Du Weiguo's footsteps.
Du Weiguo didn't care about this. He held a cigarette with a casual expression and a smile on his face, and said unhurriedly:
"Mr. Jin's Chinese is good, but I don't care much about Paul Jin. I'm looking for you today because I want to discuss a business with you."
Jin Douhan frowned, a little surprised:
"Business? Haha, I'm just in the money-making business. Does Mr. Wesley need money?"
He was very straightforward and did not shy away from anything. He went straight to the point. Du Weiguo shook his head:
"No, I don't need money now. Mr. Jin, you are a smart person, and you must also know what I am doing. I want to cooperate with you in the same business as the Yamaguchi-gumi in Korea."
Jin Handou's expression remained motionless, but his pupils shrank violently. Apparently he understood what Du Weiguo meant, and his tone became a little solemn:
"Shen Shen, do you want to sell flour in South Korea?"
Jin Handou stopped pretending and directly revealed Du Weiguo's identity. The Evil God was not just a nickname, but also represented a series of appalling achievements. Of course, it also demonstrated his intelligence capabilities once again.
As a giant that takes both black and white, it is reasonable to know his identity. Du Weiguo nodded calmly and admitted it openly, with a very calm tone:
"That's right, it's the flour business. What about the flour sales rights for the entire peninsula? Mr. Jin, are you interested?"
Jin Handou's brows frowned tightly, his eyes flickered, and even Reina's brows frowned slightly.
Jin Handou started from a young age. He was ruthless and did bad things. Naturally, he was not a good man and a trustworthy man. Moreover, he now controlled the loan sharking business, a hugely profitable business.
Knocking on bones and sucking out marrow can often push people to the point of ruining their families, which is deeply disgusting, but compared with flour, it pales into insignificance.
On a more serious scale, flour is so poisonous that it can even destroy a country or a tribe. I can't say much more. Let's just say that the Opium War kicked off the dark history of China's weakness for hundreds of years. Everyone knows this.
Although opium is not the only factor, the harm of this thing cannot be ignored.
Du Weiguo was not short of money, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was as rich as any country in the world. Moreover, he had a deep hatred for poison, but now he actually wanted to sell flour in Goryeo. His intentions were despicable.
Jin Handou looked at him with stern eyes. As a powerful man who had been calling the shots for many years, he still felt a bit oppressive:
"Mr. Wesley, as far as I know, your wealth is far beyond imagination. I am curious, why do you want to run such a disgusting business as flour?"
His words sounded a bit harsh, but Du Weiguo was not angry. He still smiled and spoke in a casual tone:
"Ha, I used to have a little money, but recently I got crazy and was deceived by Director Reina. I invested in a business in the South American rainforest, and ended up losing a lot of money.
That place is a bottomless pit. Now my money is tight and I can’t get off the tiger. I urgently need to find new sources of money to meet my urgent needs.”
Du Weiguo's tone was relaxed. Jin Douhan was dubious and looked at Leina with doubtful eyes. Leina cursed in her heart and greeted the eighteenth generation of Du Weiguo's ancestors, but her face was calm and her tone was calm:
"Mr. Wesley has recently invested tens of millions of dollars in Guyana, South America, to build a free trade zone. He is still investing more and is somewhat unable to make ends meet."
No matter how reluctant she was, Lei Na still had an intimate relationship with Du Weiguo, sharing the same bed and wearing a pair of pants. It was clear at a glance that she was close and distant, and it was impossible for her to cause trouble.
Jin Handou lowered his eyelids, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip, thoughtfully. After a while, he raised his head and asked in a faint tone:
"What if I refuse to cooperate? Mr. Shashen, what will you do?"
Faced with such a naked provocation, Du Weiguo curled up the corner of his mouth, with a half-smiling expression, slowly crushed the cigarette butt, rubbed his fingers, and spoke in a very soft and calm tone:
"I must sell flour in South Korea. Mr. Jin, if you are unwilling to cooperate, but you know my identity and purpose, you will die."
Upon hearing this, Jin Douhan's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and awe-inspiring evil aura rose up. He was not a weakling, on the contrary, he was very powerful.
Jin Douhan started from a humble beginning. He got to where he is today through a pair of fists and forced killing. In his life, he has killed countless enemies with his hands. He has never been defeated. He can be regarded as crawling from the pile of dead.
The strong ones come out.
Jin Douhan stared at Du Weiguo with stern eyes, his tone was no longer polite, and he said word by word:
"Shen Shen, this is Korea, not Siam, nor Japan, nor China. Isn't your tone a bit too loud?"
Facing Jin Douhan's fierce aura, Du Weiguo was like a breeze blowing on his face, his expression remained unchanged, and he curled his lips lightly:
"Heh, so, Jin Douhan, you are officially rejecting my proposal?"
Before Jin Douhan could say anything, Lei Na held down Du Weiguo's arm and said in an anxious tone:
"Wesley, don't rush into action yet. If you have something to say, please speak it carefully."
Immediately, she turned to Jin Douhan and scolded mercilessly:
"Jin Douhan, are you looking for death? You don't know how high the sky is, but you think Wesley is one of those gangsters you met on the street?"
Lei Na seems to be ruthless, but in fact she is saving Jin Dou Han's life. She has cooperated with Du Weiguo for a long time. She is too familiar with this man's ability, which has long exceeded human limits, beyond imagination, and is unfathomable.
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This Jin Douhan, to put it bluntly, he is just a strong person among ordinary people. Even I am 100% sure of killing him, let alone a powerful evil god.
At this distance, if Du Weiguo was offended and wanted to kill him, it would only take a moment, probably because of his thoughts, and the effect would be that the person's head would fall to the ground. Even if Jesus came, he would not be able to stop him.
Jin Douhan Haolai is also a big boss. He has been in a high position for many years and is pampered.
First he was threatened with death by Du Weiguo, and now he was scolded mercilessly by Lei Na. No matter how good his Qi-nurturing skills were, and no matter how deep the city was, he could no longer keep his face.
His face was ashen, and he was about to get angry when suddenly he felt his eyes blur, and then his neck felt cold. Du Weiguo's hand seemed to have moved, but then it seemed not to move.
Jin Douhan was startled and subconsciously touched his neck. He didn't know when there was a water mark on his neck, which was burning and painful.
Du Weiguo, who was opposite him, was leisurely flicking the stained tea on his fingers. His eyes were full of contempt and his tone was joking:
"Jin Douhan, today I'm going to give Raina some face and I won't show any blood. Give me a definite answer tomorrow morning. If the answer is still no, you should prepare your funeral arrangements in advance."
After Du Weiguo and Lei Na left, Jin Douhan's face was gloomy, and he retreated from everyone. He sat alone for a long time, until the moon reached the zenith in the sky, and then he let out a long sigh.
Du Weiguo's casual display completely shocked him. Only the ignorant will be fearless. As a senior practitioner with rich combat experience.
Jin Douhan knew very well how terrifying the speed and precision that Du Weiguo had just displayed were beyond human reach.
He didn't even see the shadow of Du Weiguo's movements clearly. If it was a life and death fight, with the speed shown by Du Weiguo, he would die in an instant as soon as he met him, unable to even react.
Moreover, according to the information he collected, the evil god's strength was not his fists and feet, but his miraculous marksmanship.
Thinking of this, Jin Douhan understood clearly in his heart that the Evil God was not bragging and wanted to kill him. He was really looking for something, and no one could stop him.
As for his so-called identity, it is not worth mentioning. He is so evil that he dares to kill even Siamese congressmen, powerful mayors, and even the director of operations of the CIA. He will never be merciless in killing him.
With his life threatened, Jin Douhan could no longer sit still. He stood up, picked up the phone at hand, and made a call with a very respectful tone:
"Hello, Mr. Soros, there is something I need to report to you~~"