At this time, in Jiulong Village, which has the slums of Seoul, there is a small independent courtyard, but its blackened courtyard walls and dilapidated brick buildings undoubtedly do not tell others about the backwardness of this place.
"It's so boring~ How long will it take for that bad guy to come!"
Sitting on the chair bored, Song Linyuan was like a child with ADHD, shaking the wooden bench under his buttocks that was about to fall apart, making an unpleasant squeaking sound.
"You're making so much noise, brat, can you please be quiet for a while?"
Chu Bin finally couldn't stand the constant squeaking sound that surrounded his ears and slammed the table in front of him.
"Ah! Who do you think you are talking to?" Chu Bin's move was like lighting a fuse. Song Linyuan himself had not said anything yet. He was standing quietly behind him, and the sweats, all with ferocious faces, stood neatly.
He took a step forward and looked at the guy who dared to scold their young president with an evil look.
"What, you want to practice?" Xiao Li and others, who were also standing quietly behind Chu Bin with their hands behind their backs, took a step forward without fear, and looked at the opposite group with interest. They were very good at fighting at first glance, and they were obviously not good.
Stupid guys.
These guys, and that young man who is obviously mentally disturbed, should be the black forces in this country!
"Baba~"
Just when the two parties were eager to try because Chenghao was not present, the sound of a car horn suddenly came from outside the yard, attracting everyone's attention.
"Ah, come on, get off the bus quickly."
As the car door opened, several strong men jumped out of the car, roughly pulled a man with a bruised nose and face from the car, and kicked him hard on the buttocks.
"Do you know that this is breaking the law, and the police of the Republic of China will not let you go."
The man climbed up from the dirty ground, held on to his trembling legs, looked around in horror and issued a trembling warning.
And this embarrassed man turned out to be Zhang Jihexi who was captured from a strange beauty salon.
"Bitch, who are you scaring?"
Before the several big men who got off the car could respond, a big man walked out of the crowd in the living room. He angrily stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Jihe's hair, and slapped him hard on his already bruised and swollen face.
For a moment.
"Ugh~." Along with the blood foam, two teeth were spitted out on the ground. He was so dizzy that he could no longer speak.
"Hey! How can you treat my guest like this?"
Song Linyuan stood up and walked to the yard with the bench. He slapped the man who had done it with his backhand, then placed the bench, knelt down and helped Zhang Jihe up affectionately, and sat on the bench.
"You are a good person, right! Right! They want to harm me. Please help me call the police. It must be the director of Kakaom. No, it is definitely the director of Kakaom who wants to harm me."
As Song Linyuan walked out of the yard, and the villains walked out of the living room, Zhang Jihe, who had recovered slightly, finally realized the reality. He knew that today's disaster was not a simple threat to him.
And the last bit of courage I had when I first entered the yard.
Song Linyuan's unconventional behavior was like a life-saving straw, which made Zhang Jihe get up from the bench in despair, knelt on the ground with a thud, and hugged the opponent's thighs helplessly, and started to cry.
"Hey! You're very dirty! Can you let me go first so we can have a good talk."
Looking down at Zhang Jihe, who was holding his thigh and wiping his trouser leg with snot mixed with blood, Song Linyuan shook his leg in disgust and tried to pull it out.
"No, please help me. I'm rich. I have savings. I can sell the house and give you all the money. I really beg you."
When people are in despair, how can they let go of the last straw in their hands, and Song Linyuan at this time is undoubtedly the straw in Zhang Jihe's heart.
"Didn't you hear me? I told you to let go."
Song Linyuan, who had been affectionate and polite just now, saw that Zhang Jihe was still hugging him and refused to let go, so he turned against him like a textbook. He grabbed Zhang Jihe's hair, and when Zhang Jihe cried out in pain, he pulled his hair hard and pulled him away.
The other party picked it up and threw it aside.
"Besides, are you rich? Shit, are you rich? Are you really rich? Am I short of money? Do I need your money? Ah Xi! Come and tell me what you can give me.
How much is it? Answer me, you bastard!"
During the questioning, Song Linyuan's fists seemed to be free of charge. He was riding on Zhang Jihe's body and punched the opponent's head to greet him without any intention of holding back his hands.
"Bah! Give me the thing." Looking at Zhang Jihe, whose face was covered with blood and could not be recognized even when a familiar person came, Song Linyuan seemed to be very upset and wiped it on Zhang Jihe's body.
Wiping his blood-stained hands, he stood up and stretched out his hand to the boy next to him who was scared to death by his unpredictable and crazy actions.
"Okay Young President, but the Young President is fighting..."
He took out the dagger from his waist with fear. When he handed the dagger to his young president, he couldn't help but remind him that after all, things would not be that simple if he was involved in a human life lawsuit.
"Shut up!" After taking the dagger, Song Linyuan gave his younger brother a fierce look, then turned around and knelt down, grabbed Zhang Jihe's hair and lifted him up as he was trying to crawl towards the courtyard gate.
In Zhang Jiehe's desperate eyes, the dagger pierced his face without hesitation with its sharp cold light.
"Ah~." The dead souls let out a scream, and Zhang Jihe felt a chill in his lower body, and the power in his body was drained out in an instant.
"That's enough." Just when the sharp tip of the dagger had pierced Zhang Jihe's skin, Chu Bin, who had been silently observing the development of the situation at the critical moment, finally took action and grabbed Song Linyuan's wrist tightly.
At this time, Chu Bin finally understood the reason why his young master did not let him guard him, but arranged for himself and Song Linyuan to be together when he and others clearly did not need to take action.
Because this guy is completely reckless and a complete lunatic.
"Let go." Being disturbed, Song Linyuan raised his eyelids and looked at Chu Bin very unhappy.
"I told you to let go, didn't you hear me? Why do you always have to ask someone to tell you a few times before you understand each one of them? Are you annoyed?"
Seeing that Chu Bin still had no intention of letting go, Song Linyuan began to become inexplicably irritated. Without any warning, the sharp dagger rotated in his hand, changed direction, and slashed directly towards Chu Bin's wrist.