Chapter 125

Quietly walking to the stairs, Wang Yan leaned against the wall at the corner, holding his breath and closing his eyes, patiently sensing the subtle movements downstairs.

"One... two... three..."

Now that the distance is closer, he can hear it more clearly. Judging by the footsteps, there are six people.

With a disdainful smile, Wang Yan took out a pistol equipped with a silencer and loaded from the space, and stepped down the stairs gently.

The people downstairs were carefully groping, completely unaware that the god of death had arrived. It was easy for them to know that Wang Yan lived here, and it was easy to get the architectural drawings, but to say they knew which room Wang Yan lived in was nonsense. Normal people live on the second floor? Then who knows if this Wang is normal?

Wang Yan calmly touched downstairs, turned into a guest room next to the stairs, and bumped into a person who turned to come out. Before he could react, Wang Yan pinched his neck, pushed the hand holding the gun against the person's chin, and with a "ka" sound, twisted his neck directly.

It's a fool not to use a gun, but it's also a fool to have to shoot when you can solve it without movement. Although Wang Yan is confident in his marksmanship and powerful strength, how sick would he have to be to shoot with six people in the room?

Gently putting down the person who had stopped breathing in his hand, Wang Yan stood at the door of the room and waited patiently.

Not long after, the other five came out. Wang Yan also took advantage of the darkness in the room, which made it impossible to see people's faces clearly, and walked up slowly...

Wang Yan walked very slowly; when the distance between them was not far, he raised his gun and shot without saying a word, pointing and shooting one by one. Emptying the magazine, a flash in his hand, the gun had been replaced with a new, fully loaded pistol with a silencer, and he came for another round at the five who had not yet fallen.

Retracting the pistol and stepping forward to confirm that they were all finished, Wang Yan turned and went upstairs.

Taking out his phone, he first called Li Quan; he and Zhang Guangshan were basically inseparable. Especially since it was so late, he reckoned the two of them were comparing who was more enduring...

After confirming that the two of them were fine, Wang Yan called Park Zhengyi. After waiting for a while and no one answered, he also knew that it was definitely finished off by someone.

Shaking his head, he called his subordinates again, asking them to come over to deal with the bodies, and by the way, send someone to see what was going on with Park Zhengyi, and then finish off the people in charge of the three Gold Gate Group branches here, as well as control the various profitable and non-profitable places such as entertainment cities, casinos, warehouses, etc., controlled by the Gold Gate Group.

Not long after, a series of emergency braking sounds rang out outside, followed by a series of rapid footsteps getting closer.

"Brother Yan, are you okay?" Zhang Guangshan's loud voice rang out, and then the door was smashed open, and a crowd of people squeezed in.

"I'm fine." Wang Yan, sitting on the sofa, shook his head, stretched out his finger and pointed to the bodies at his feet and the room next to the stairs: "Deal with it."

Hearing the big brother's instructions, the younger brothers quickly came over to search the bodies, and then carried the bodies away in pairs.

Zhang Guangshan looked at the pistols and magazines that had been gathered together: "We already received the news on the way here; that little stick Park Zhengyi and his eight subordinates are all dead."

Li Quan gritted his teeth and said: "Is it enough to finish off their three main subordinates? Brother Yan, let's just go to Seoul and finish off all the Gold Gate Group people."

This statement is not wrong at all, and it doesn't even need to be finished off. Just like in the movie, he only needs to finish off Seok Dong-chul. Since the Gold Gate Group is in the early stages of the merger, unlike later when it had been two or three years, it is definitely more ruthless than that.

But the mission limits him, making him unable to do so. What if because of his operation, this group of scum is too ruthless, and Ding Qing didn't play with them? If they were finished off in advance, where would he go to cry?

Wang Yan can understand this simple and direct way of solving problems, but he cannot forgive it. Although the cause of the matter lies with him, it was he who snatched Ding Qing's business, which led to this subsequent matter. But so what? Walking in the underworld depends on strength, and truth is spoken by fists. And Wang's truth is generally reasonable in most cases.

Ding Qing wants to finish him off this time; Wang Yan thinks it's better to let him go first and arrange for him later. After all, if he doesn't grasp it well, it won't be good if Ding Qing is tossed to death.

"Don't worry about it; I know what I'm doing. Honestly run your entertainment company."

Zhang Guangshan didn't refute; after all, he was beaten during the day and it still hurts a bit now. He thought for a while and said: "Brother Yan, why don't we just drive the Gold Gate Group's forces out of Busan; just killing three main subordinates is not satisfying."

Wang Yan shook his head and rarely explained: "You don't use your brain; we are the biggest force in Busan, and we are watched by the police every move we make. If we are the only one, wouldn't their energy be focused on us? Is it a good thing to be watched by the police all day?"

Before Zhang Guangshan could sigh, Li Quan suddenly realized: "I said our strength is not bad, why keep them."

Zhang Guangshan was just about to scold Li Quan for stealing his words when a younger brother who usually wandered around with Wang Yan walked over: "Big Brother, the three leaders of the Gold Gate Group here have been dealt with."

Wang Yan was not surprised by this result, because the Gold Gate Group's forces here have always been under the control of the Heaven Alliance, and it is easy to deal with them.

"Go get busy."

Wang Yan picked up his phone and dialed the number Ding Qing called during the day.

It was late at night, and suddenly the phone rang. Ding Qing, who was sleeping soundly, impatiently touched the phone on the bedside, and without looking at who called, answered it.

"Ding Qing?"

Hearing the Chinese on the other side, Ding Qing became spirited, frowned and said: "Wang Yan?"

"The three leaders of the Gold Gate Group here have been dealt with, which is considered to be Park Zhengyi's life. As for my business, let's not kill each other; I'll give you three days, 20 million US dollars, and this matter will be settled. Otherwise, we will go to war, and the first thing that will be damaged will be your warehouse in the South District. You should think about it carefully, that's it."

Ding Qing opened his mouth just to speak, and a busy tone came from the phone.

"Aish (Damn)... Sibal (Grass mud horse, stupid)... Kaesaegi (Little bastard, dog cub)..."

He angrily threw the phone hard to the ground, smashing it to pieces.

Turning over and sitting on the edge of the bed, Ding Qing cursed and picked up the wine on the bedside table, poured a glass, and drank it all. Then he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath to steady his mind. He found another phone in the drawer of the bedside table, walked to the ground, picked out the phone card, replaced it, and called his good brother.

"Hey... what's the matter so late?"

The voice was very impatient, obviously also disturbed from his sweet dream.

Ding Qing had no mind to care about that: "The operation failed, Wang Yan didn't die."

Silence for a moment, as if Li Zicheng on the other side was stunned. After a long while, with a "I'll come to find you," the phone was hung up.

Ding Qing casually threw the phone aside, rubbed his head, and poured another glass of wine to drink.

Because of his operation, the people in charge of the other two branches died tragically. And the people from the Heaven Alliance could find their warehouse, which means that everything the Gold Gate Group had there did not escape; after all, people were killed, do they still care about that? If there is no accident, the people from the other two branches, as well as Chairman Seok Dong-chul, have all received the news. Now there is no movement, it is just further probing the situation; they don't know why the Heaven Alliance suddenly went crazy.

In short, he is in big trouble this time.

Not long after, Li Zicheng rushed over with people, saw Ding Qing who was smoking, drinking, and thinking about things, and asked: "What's the situation?"

"Wang Yan just called me; he killed the people in charge of our three branches there to pay for Park Zhengyi's life, and also wants 20 million US dollars in compensation. If not given, we will go to war comprehensively. He has already found our warehouse; you should know better than me how many things are there." Ding Qing looked at Li Zicheng puzzled: "How many people did you send?"

On the way here, he had already called the subordinates he sent over. One of those who killed Park Zhengyi was shot, and there was no news of those who killed Wang Yan; the result had already been thought of.

"I sent twelve people, in groups of six. Park Zhengyi and his eight people were all killed, and we only had one person shot, not in a vital part. Wang Yan was just one person, but the ones I sent were all carrying guns..."

Li Zicheng still felt that Wang Yan was a bit fierce; the ones he sent were carefully trained elites, and they had never failed to kill someone before.

"Now is not the time to say this; the problem is what should we do?" Li Zicheng considered the gains and losses for a while; they were all smart people, and he understood everything Ding Qing thought of before, and pondered: "Fighting is definitely not possible; the Heaven Alliance is the only one in Busan, with more than five thousand people under its command. Although our three branches joined forces to send people over, our strength is stronger, but it is not something that can be taken down in a short time. If the time drags on, the impact on ourselves will not be small. And we have to consider the social impact; a melee of thousands of people is not a small matter. And this time, they have already been prepared, and there is no chance for decapitation in the short term."

Ding Qing nodded in approval; that's what he thought.

"Pay the money; if we really go to war, our losses will be even greater." Sighing, Li Zicheng said helplessly: "This time it was my mishandling."

"Hey, we are all brothers; you don't need to take the responsibility on yourself. Six gunmen couldn't finish off Wang Yan; this is something no one expected, don't blame you."

Li Zicheng shook his head, his voice low, unable to hide his disappointment: "I don't know how much price I have to pay to settle the other two branches; we are very passive in the group this time. Especially Li Li Zhongjiu-gu there..."

The three branches merged into one, achieving the sharing of most resources, and the gang divides profits according to shares. Seok Dong-chul can sit in the position of chairman because he has his own ability. The three branches joined forces to go ashore, no longer consuming each other, which was also facilitated by him. But the chairman doesn't know much; it can only be said that his right to speak is the greatest under the rules defaulted by the three branches. If you really want to talk about the power directly controlled, he still relies on the Tiger Faction. And the North Gate Beida Menpai's strength is not bad; everyone is half a catty.

As for the other branch, the Emperor Sun Faction, the big brother is an old man named Zhang Xiuji; he can live until now because Ding Qing and Seok Dong-chul both kept their promises and gave face, otherwise he would have died long ago. After all, among the three major forces, the Emperor Sun Faction's strength is still one or two grades worse; the other two branches talked about finishing him, and Zhang Xiuji had no choice but to agree. It's not bad to be a rich idler.

So the Emperor Sun Faction's power has always been eroded by the other two branches, and Zhang Xiuji basically remains silent, really not enough to fear.

Then the game of three players is left with two branches, and the strength is about the same, and behind each of them is a large group of people, so it depends on whose methods are better. It's not that the east wind suppresses the west wind, or the west wind suppresses the east wind; there is no middle ground. You have to know that being a middle ground is also fatal; it's easy to offend both sides if you talk nonsense. So Zhang Xiuji doesn't say a word, you play your own, I enjoy mine.

Due to the reasons of their respective strengths, no matter who Seok Dong-chul likes or dislikes, Ding Qing must be the successor when he retires. After all, even if he passes it to Li Li Zhongjiu-gu, the confidant who has been with him for many years, he can't hold the scene.

It's just that Li Li Zhongjiu-gu is not convinced; everyone is out here to mix, what are you Ding Qing doing? What scene or not, if you have money and people, you have a scene. Although the three branches are still clearly divided now, it may not be certain in a few years. By that time, the chairman will be the real chairman. So since the Gold Gate Group was established, he has been staring at it.

Ding Qing of course knows all this; this time they had a problem themselves, so there must be an explanation. Their losses must also be made up from other places, otherwise the younger brothers below can't do it.

"Alright, it's no big deal. It's just spending more money, there won't be any other problems. Li Li Zhongjiu-gu, humph, just a clown." Ding Qing yawned, cursed a Sibal: "While there is still time, go and rest quickly; it won't be easy to deal with tomorrow."

Li Zicheng glanced at Ding Qing who had already run to the bed, turned around and closed the door, and lay down in the guest room next door.

No one slept; after all, the impact of this matter is not small...

As expected, early in the morning, Seok Dong-chul gathered everyone for a meeting.

Gold Gate Group Building, top floor large conference room.

Beside the long table, the one sitting in the main seat at the head is Chairman Seok Dong-chul. On his left and right sides are Zhang Xiuji and a group of veterans with relatively high status, as well as big brother-level figures who are actually doing things like Li Li Zhongjiu-gu, Ding Qing, Li Zicheng, etc., and then a group of middle and high-level managers in suits and leather shoes. Some have playful expressions, some are frowning and thinking, some cannot hide their trust and eagerness, their eyes are shining, some have nothing to do with themselves, and hang high.

The news cannot be hidden; the middle and high-level managers of the Gold Gate Group basically received the news last night that the Heaven Alliance suddenly went crazy, surrounded all their venues in Busan, and finished off the leaders there.

The crowd who didn't know why inquired for a long time, and it was only when the sky was about to dawn that they received clear news. Last night, Heaven Alliance Chairman Park Zhengyi was shot and died, and it is rumored that the big brother behind the scenes, Wang Yan, was also shot in his home, because of the competition for logistics business with the North Gate Beida Menpai.

Looking at Ding Qing, whose eyes were slightly red and swollen opposite, Li Li Zhongjiu-gu's eyes were full of sarcasm, and he opened his mouth and laughed: "Director Ding didn't rest well last night?"