"Motherf * cker, motherf * cker!"
Seoul, South Korea.
A muscular man in a black suit was cursing angrily in a language that no one could understand. He was escorted into the nightclub by a group of flamboyantly dressed punks.
"Brother Nine, who made you so angry this time …" A woman with heavy makeup leaned over and was about to press herself against him.
"F * ck off!" The man slapped the woman and sent her flying far away. "Bad luck!"
The nightclub was full of people dancing wildly. The lights were dim, so no one noticed the small friction here. The woman got up in a sorry state and ran away, rolling and crawling.
The man led the punks around a few times, and the noise outside gradually faded away as they entered a brightly lit office.
The man sat down on the sofa and took off his jacket, revealing the layers of bandages wrapped around his left arm. There were still traces of blood seeping out of it.
"These sons of b * tches from Pusan!
If I don't get my revenge, I, Tang Jinyan, am not a man! "
The punks kept quiet out of fear.
When this big brother was in a bad mood, he would habitually speak in Chinese that no one could understand. According to what he said in the past, it was because he didn't have the mood to deal with a bunch of idiots like them. It was none of his business if they didn't understand him.
It was said that his name in Chinese meant 'be careful when you speak', but no one had ever experienced this before …
He was rude and irascible, and he didn't hesitate to beat up women. He would never talk about gentlemanly behavior.
He opened nightclubs, casinos, prostitutes, kidnappings, robberies, and even took lives under his hands. There was nothing he wouldn't do.
The only thing that could be considered positive about him was that he was loyal to his friends.
For example, the knife wound on his left arm right now was because he had blocked a knife for a subordinate.
Tonight, when he was negotiating with the Seven Stars of Pusan, he was set up …
They were from the Seoul New Village Faction.
Tang Jinyan was one of the nine adopted sons of Li Taixiong, the leader of the New Village Gang. He was ranked ninth and was known as Tang Jiu, Brother Jiu, Grandpa Jiu, Exploding Jiu, Blackhearted Jiu, Puss Jiu, and Dung Jiu who even maggots wouldn't crawl.
During the day, he was the well-dressed boss of a hotel, and the punks were also proper hotel security guards. But at night … it was just like that.
"Why are you all crowding around me?
Get the hell out of here! Grab a random Busan guy and beat him up to vent my anger!
And that woman just now, tell her to wash off the disgusting perfume and crawl over here! "
Finally, it was in Korean. The punks understood and instantly dispersed.
The only one left was the man in the gray jacket with a crew cut. He sighed and went to the wine cabinet to get some wine. "Brother Nine, you saved me again. I won't say any more words of thanks …"
Tang Jinyan took the wine glass and clinked it with him. "Don't talk nonsense. You've saved me a lot too.
Eun-suk, I'll say the same thing again. In our line of work, our conscience has long been eaten by dogs. All that's left is loyalty. If you still can't hold on to it, you should clean your throat as soon as possible so that you don't live in disgrace. "
Eun-suk smiled. "Yes."
In comparison, it was as if he should be called Jin Yan.
The two of them drank a few cups of wine in silence. Then, they heard a commotion outside again.
Several punks threw a well-dressed middle-aged man in a briefcase into the room. "Brother Nine!
This man has a Busan accent!
He was just about to stay in our hotel when San Er heard him. "
Tang Jinyan didn't even raise his head. "Beat him up!"
The man cried out in fear, "Why?
Who are you? "
"Gangsters. Can't you tell?" Tang Jinyan dug his ears. "I didn't know someone so stupid."
"I didn't offend you!"
"Your accent has offended us." Eun-suk waved his hand. "Beat him up."
The tragic man was pressed to the ground and punched and kicked. Eun-suk walked over and picked up the briefcase that the man had dropped. He opened it and took a look. "What's this?
Plane ticket?
Tsk tsk, so you just got off the plane and returned to … Saudi Arabia? "After rummaging for a long time, Eun-suk found a wallet. He took it out and casually tossed it to Tang Jinyan.
Tang Jinyan had just opened the wallet when the door opened again. One of his underlings poked his head in and said awkwardly, "We can't find the woman just now …"
"Damn it, what a piece of trash!" Tang Jinyan said angrily, "Can't you just find a random woman to sell?
Is there no one in the brothel? "
"Oh, oh … I'll go right now …"
"Wait a minute …" Tang Jinyan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Stop, stop, stop. Stop beating him up too."
With that, he stood up and walked over to the bruised man and squatted down in front of him. He reached out and flicked the photo in the wallet, "This girl is pretty. Is she your girl?"
The man shrank back in fear, "My daughter."
Tang Jinyan smiled, "Hello, father-in-law …"
The man roared angrily, "Who's your father-in-law?!"
"Tsk …" Tang Jinyan patted his face with the wallet, "Your daughter is really pretty … Be my father-in-law for one night …"
"Dream on!"
"What year is it now? It's just one night. What's the big deal?
Who knows how many men your daughter has slept with in school … "
"Bullshit!
My daughter would never do that! "
Tang Jinyan's eyes gleamed dangerously, "Pusan, don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."
"Just kill me!"
"Tsk … how touching." Tang Jinyan sighed faintly, "You've specially come back from abroad to see your daughter?"
The man was taken aback. This boorish mafia boss seemed to have a meticulous mind that didn't match his appearance.
He kept his mouth shut.
"I pity all parents. Your daughter may not be as filial to you."
Tang Jinyan stood up and said placidly, "Eun-suk, go through his phone and give his daughter a call. Her address book is usually filled with the words' darling 'or' darling '."
The man's hands and feet were cold. He watched as the crew-cut man took his phone and dialed the number that was marked "Baby".
"Daddy!" A clear and hearty female voice came from the other end of the phone, "You're back?"
"Her voice is not bad either …" Tang Jinyan muttered as he took the phone from Eun-suk and said coldly, "Little girl, your father is in our hands. If you want him to live …"
"Who are you?!
Let go of my father! "
"Oh, someone who wants to acknowledge him as his father-in-law."
"I've called the police!"
"Oh, then you can go to the Han River tomorrow morning to retrieve the corpse."
There was silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a while before the man said, "Where are you?"
"A filial daughter and a benevolent father. How touching …"
*****
Half an hour later, Tang Jinyan narrowed his eyes and sized up the little girl in front of him.
The little girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old. She was estimated to be about 1.6 meters tall. Her figure was well-proportioned, and she wore a white dress that made her look fresh and pleasant.
However, there was a bone-deep anger and hatred in his eyes, which made him look rather masculine.
Her father had been taken away by force. He said that he was going to apply medicine, but in reality, she was left alone in the room to face Tang Jinyan.
"You look better in real life than in the photos. Your mouth looks a little bigger in the photos." Tang Jinyan said with a smile.
"I wish I could grow a little bigger and bite off the head of a scum like you!"
The little girl was furious and said fiercely. Tang Jinyan listened with a smile and felt that she was a little cute.
"Eighteen or nineteen years old?
Which university? "Tang Jinyan poured her a glass of wine and said with a smile," Don't look at me as a rude person. I still respect scholars.
Come, come, come, drink some wine … "
The little girl did not say a word and did not even bother to pay attention to him.
"Why bother? Do you really want me to pounce on you and take off my pants?" Tang Jinyan sneered.
The little girl bit her lower lip and finally answered coldly, "I'm not a student."
"Huh?" Tang Jinyan was a little surprised, "You're still a student no matter how you look at it.
Then what do you do? "
"I'm a singer."
"Pfft …" Tang Jinyan let out an inexplicable sneer, "I thought you were so innocent …"
The little girl said angrily, "So what if I'm a singer?
Is it something people like you can laugh at?! "
"Okay, okay, okay …" Tang Jinyan was obviously too lazy to argue with the little girl. He pressed his palms together and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I like music too. We play it every day. Maybe I've heard the songs you sing before?"
The little girl turned her head away and ignored him.
She did not think that there was anything to be proud of about her songs being heard by people like him.
"Hey, for example, this one. I like it a lot!"
Tang Jinyan wriggled his hands and began to sing at the top of his voice. "Love, love, love, love, love. Oh, oh, oh, oh ~"
The little girl resisted the urge to splash the wine on his face and said angrily, "Stop singing!
You're blaspheming other people's music! "
"Oh …" Tang Jinyan stopped singing indifferently, "You didn't sing it?"
"T-ara, 'Love ydovey'."
"Oh, what about this one?"
Tang Jinyan started shouting again, "Crycrycan 'tyouseethemusic …"
The little girl's forehead was bulging with veins, "T-ara, 'Crycry'."
"What about this one?
Rolypoly, rolyrolypoly … "
The little girl silently mourned for her senior, and said weakly, "T-ara, 'Rolypoly'."
"F * ck, you're saying that all the songs I like to listen to these past few years were all sung by one person?"
"… They're a group called T-ara."
"What about you?"
The little girl did not speak again.
"If you give me that attitude again, I'll have someone throw your father into a cesspool."
The little girl turned her head and stared at him angrily, saying word by word, "My name is Jung Eun-thi!
Don't forget when you're skinned alive by the King of Hell! "