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Chapter 664 - 534 Red Scarf_2

Chapter 664: 534 Red Scarf_2

Gao Zhengbi laughed and said, "Brother San pulls out all sorts of scriptures online, citing all kinds of data, claiming Korea mistreats the elderly and doesn’t deserve to be a developed country, which makes Koreans curse them for not having toilets. When Koreans bring up toilets, Brother San starts talking about kimchi."

"Kimchi?"

"Yep."

Gao Zhengbi touched his nose, "Isn’t kimchi the national dish of Korea? Brother San said such a dish wouldn’t even qualify as a side dish in Shenzhou. He also said that to tell Koreans apart from Shenzhou people, just throw some kimchi on the ground. Those who laugh heartily beside it are from Shenzhou, and those who fight with dogs for the kimchi are Koreans."

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but burst into laughter, his face flushing red.

"Dear passengers, please note that we will soon arrive at Seoul Station. Travelers intending to disembark should prepare in advance."

Amidst their laughter, the train entered the platform.

Seoul.

The heart of Korea’s capital.

A city with an even denser population than East Sea.

How extreme is the population density here?

The Seoul metropolitan area is home to over twenty million people.

You see.

The entire population of Korea is just over fifty million.

That is to say.

Half of the Korean people are gathered in this one city.

After leaving the station, Gao Zhengbi took Jiang Chen to a familiar izakaya to taste some authentic Korean soju.

Due to the interactions on the train, the two had become quite familiar with each other, and they drank until the sky started to grow dark.

Korean soju is different from the domestic baijiu. It’s not very strong, so it’s not easy to get drunk.

When they had almost finished drinking, Gao Zhengbi went to settle the bill, and Jiang Chen took out his phone and made a call.

"What’s up?"

The voice on the other end was very calm and flat, without any signs of tension or urgency that one would expect from being at the center of a maelstrom.

"I’m in Seoul."

Jiang Chen got straight to the point.

There was silence on the other end, seemingly surprised by this news.

"What are you doing in Korea?"

"Chairwoman Shi sent me."

Jiang Chen stuck to the facts.

"Then you should be looking for Shi Qianxi."

"She’s already gone back. The source of this issue should be with you, I think. I’d like to see you."

Jiang Chen’s tone was calm and very straightforward.

A light chuckle came through the phone.

"Then you should’ve gone back with Shi Qianxi, not come to Seoul. Do you think you can solve the problem?"

Jiang Chen didn’t agree or disagree, simply replying, "Miss Lan, I think we are friends."

The other end fell silent.

It stayed quiet for over ten seconds, with no sound at all.

Just as Jiang Chen started to wonder if the person had hung up, finally the voice spoke again.

"Kabushiki-kaisha, Warehouse No. 1."

Jiang Chen was about to speak when he heard the other end add, "Think it over before you come."

Then, without waiting for a reply, the call was cut off.

"Mr. Jiang, want me to take you for a tour around Seoul National University?"

Gao Zhengbi, who had finished paying the bill, came back.

He had been studying in Korea, at Seoul National University.

"No rush, there’ll be other opportunities."

Jiang Chen looked up and said, "Get us a car."

——

Eight o’clock in the evening.

A plain white car drove over unhurriedly.

This was a warehouse.

Outside the warehouse were rows of containers stacked on top of one another, marked with the words "Kabushiki-kaisha."

"Stop the car."

Two stout men emerged from the shadows, both broad and husky, with dark and foreboding features, they held up their hands to block the path.

The white car stopped.

Jiang Chen and Gao Zhengbi stepped out of the car.

"Who are you? What are you here for?"

The two men spoke in Korean.

Jiang Chen didn’t understand, and he didn’t seem to care what they were saying.

Without waiting for Gao Zhengbi to translate, he said directly, "I’m looking for Miss Lan."

Perfect Standard Chinese.

The two burly men exchanged glances as if they understood, re-examining Jiang Chen and his companion.

"Follow me."

The Korean turned into Chinese.

One of them turned around.

Jiang Chen followed.

Gao Zhengbi also wanted to follow, but he was stopped.

"You stay here."

Jiang Chen nodded at Gao Zhengbi to indicate everything was fine, and then he followed one of the men into the warehouse alone.

Dim lights illuminated the warehouses, with yellow light casting a glow on the floating dust in the air.

"Miss Lan."

The man halted.

About seven or eight men were in the warehouse.

All were men, with the exception of one woman.

This woman was naturally none other than.

Bloody Guanyin herself.

Lan Peizhi.

No one spared Jiang Chen an extra glance, including Lan Peizhi.

The focus of everyone’s gaze was on a man bound tightly in a chair.

His face was covered in blood, his clothes in tatters, tied securely to the chair, unable to move, his eyes filled with fear and begging.

"Miss Lan, please, I admit my mistake, give me a chance to reform, I won’t dare to do it again..."

"Bang!"

A dull thud sounded mercilessly.

A baseball bat viciously smashed into his abdomen, and he immediately let out a "wah," his face contorting as he spat out another mouthful of thick blood.

Jiang Chen’s eyes narrowed.

"If I were you, I’d hand over the list right now. The sooner you confess, the sooner you’ll be free."

The man in the suit waved the baseball bat in the air, already spattered with bloodstains.

"I’ve already told you everything I know, please... let me go, please..."

The man’s mouth was full of blood, his words slurred with fear and despair interweaving wildly in his eyes, too distressing to bear.

"Bang!"

Another blow.

It was hard to imagine the suit-wearing man, who looked like a genteel white-collar worker, could be so brutal.

The blood gushed more violently from the mouth of the man tied to the chair. Veins on his forehead bulged, and his temples started to swell.

"This is your last chance, hand over the list."

The man in the suit said ominously.

The man tied to the chair was in so much pain he couldn’t speak, just shook his head desperately.

"Dammit!"

The man in the gray suit cursed darkly, "clank" as he threw away the baseball bat and glanced back.

Lan Peizhi remained silent, not saying a word.

As if taking a cue, the gray-suited man raised his hand and waved.

Two men turned and walked out.

Another two approached the man in the chair and began untying the ropes.

To say nothing of escaping, the man who had been tortured for who knows how long didn’t even have the strength to stand, completely at the mercy of others.

He was helped up, or rather, hoisted up.

The two men, regardless of being stained with his blood, cruelly stuffed him into a half-man-tall empty oil drum.

"Really, really the last chance."

The man in the gray suit held up one finger.

The man half-crouching inside the drum kept shaking his head, his pleading gaze gradually shifting toward Jiang Chen, who had arrived mid-way.

"Save me, save me..."

He mumbled inaudibly.

Jiang Chen remained silent.

"What a pity, you’ve missed your last chance."

The gray-suited man’s words finished falling as the two men who had left came back in.

But this time.

In their hands, they each carried a heavy-looking bucket.

As they passed by, Jiang Chen’s gaze involuntarily shifted to the contents of the buckets they were holding.

Immediately.

His pupils constricted.

In the buckets was none other than—

Cement!

"Cover it."

The man in the gray suit ordered nonchalantly, the smile on his face chilling to the bone.

The lid of the oil drum was sealed.

Faintly, the helpless and powerless pleas from inside could still be heard.

Jiang Chen clenched his hands, looking toward Lan Peizhi several times as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he lapsed into silence.

"Snap."

Following a snap of the fingers, a cement bucket was lifted and poured into the drum through the filling hole.

Then came the second bucket.

The third.

It was like a scene from a movie, unfolding live before their eyes.

Jiang Chen felt dazed.

Just a minute or two had passed.

All four buckets of cement had been poured in.

You could even hear the increasingly weak struggles inside the drum.

"Did you get the names he gave up earlier?"

"Go and have a good chat with them," the gray-suited man instructed.

The others left quietly.

The man in the gray suit finally turned to Jiang Chen.

With a slight smile, he walked over, extended his hand, then, as if noticing the blood on it, smiled apologetically, pulled out a handkerchief, wiped it, and then reached out to Jiang Chen again.

Only then did Jiang Chen notice that he was wearing a very conspicuous red tie.

"An Zairong, pleased to meet you."