Chapter 003: Dragon Slayer
The Imperial Club is located on a road near the suburbs of Seoul. This road is actually not famous and there are not many places to visit, but there is a special high-end club here.
As the center of South Korea's business circle, Seoul can be regarded as one of the only few cities in this small country. In the eyes of Koreans, Seoul people are equal to city people. In South Korea, not only are there discrimination against foreigners, but Seoul people also have a superior view of people from other regions.
However, apart from government officials, the truly superior professions in Korea are doctors, lawyers, and teachers, which are often seen in Korean dramas.
In addition, there are employees of major national enterprises in South Korea, such as the world-famous Samsung Electronics. For Koreans, working for Samsung is definitely an honor.
The Lee family of Samsung also has significant power in South Korea, but many people think that Samsung belongs to the Lee family. The reality is that the Lee family controls 74 companies of the Samsung Group with a shareholding ratio of less than 2% through a tightly organized cross-shareholding network.
Of course, the Samsung Lee family has little to do , but this club is very famous among the second-generation rich in the upper class of South Korea.
It can be said that politics and economy are very intuitively linked in South Korea. Multi-party competition is always full of dangers and opportunities, but these are things that many family abandoned children will never be able to touch in their lifetime.
The regulars in this club are the second-generation rich people from Korea's upper class who are active, because here, there are black market boxing matches that are rarely held in Korea.
But in reality, there is basically no high-end black market boxing in South Korea. Even in this club, it is just a group of second-generation rich people who support some stupid Taekwondo "masters" or some Muay Thai "experts" and arrange them to play games on the stage.
The top-level black market boxing matches can be said to be a contest against time. Boxers who can participate in this level of competition have devastating punching power and can kill their opponents in an instant. Even the smallest mistake can have catastrophic consequences.
The Imperial Club will hold four single-elimination matches every month. The winner will be arranged for the next match. There will be sixteen contestants participating in each quarter. After a maximum of four matches in a quarter, the only winner can challenge the boxing champion "Black Face" affiliated with the Imperial Club.
Although the boxing matches here are not of high level, it is a playground for second-generation rich people. In addition, the Imperial Club also runs gambling games, which generates considerable profits every quarter. Of course, to open such a club, you must have a strong background, and the person in charge is definitely not a clean guy.
Zheng Qilong is 48 years old this year. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and has a slightly sparse 3:7 hairstyle. Although he is middle-aged, he is well maintained and looks like a charming middle-aged man.
This man who looks like a university professor is the owner of this club and the boss of the Samryongdong faction, the largest gang in northern Seoul. In addition to this club, his businesses also include several other venues, a red-light street, and two credit companies.
Taking the elevator to the rest area on the basement floor, Zheng Qilong left two thugs in black suits outside the passage, while Zheng Qilong walked in and opened the door of a lounge room more than ten meters away.
“Squeak!”
A bald handsome guy in black sportswear was sitting on a fitness machine and exercising. He was pulling the densely packed iron blocks behind him lightly. When he saw the man who opened the door and walked in, he just moved his eyes and then continued his exercise.
"Haha, Xiuheng, today's game is not an ordinary game. Are you confident?" Zheng Qilong, wearing a dark blue suit and lighting a cigarette, walked up to the bald handsome guy and asked in a kind tone, but there was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he was not very willing to talk to this man.
And this man named Xiuheng was naturally Zheng Xiuheng, who had just met the sisters in the morning, a 22-year-old man who had not even finished high school.
"Boss, such questions are meaningless. I just want to know whether your promise will be fulfilled today!" Zheng Xiuheng replied coldly without even looking at the gangster boss.
Zheng Qilong smiled faintly and replied in a very upright manner: "Of course, I, Zheng Qilong, will not regret what I said. If you win the fight , your family's debt will be paid off. Then you can reunite with your two sisters. This is such an exciting thing, but the premise is... you have to win!"
His face suddenly changed, and his gentle expression instantly turned into indifference. Zheng Qilong turned around and left. When he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and said, "It's best not to hold back, otherwise who knows if Li Xiaole's incident will happen again!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The sound of a door closing and a piece of iron falling rang out at the same time, and the room fell into silence again.
Zheng Xiuheng took a deep breath and slowly raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot and the muscles in his strong arms were tense. He looked full of terrifying power. His clenched fists expressed his anger at the moment.
After about ten seconds, Zheng Xiuheng slowly loosened his fist, took out his mobile phone, edited and sent a text message, and received a reply after a while.
"Everything is ready, but you have to remember, if you don't fulfill your promise, even if you are her savior, you will not end well, just like what you want to do now!"
The content of the text message sounded like a threat, but Zheng Xiuheng's face contained a hint of sarcasm.
"If there were no laws, you would all be dead!"
Zheng Xiuheng spoke in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was sighing. As the mainstay of the Imperial Club, the mysterious boxing champion "Black Face" should be very cruel. Hearing such words, he seemed more like a demon who killed people without blinking an eye.
But the reality is that this man has never killed any opponent. The reason is not complicated, because this is not a Western country. At the same time, once you kill someone, there is really no turning back. That's why Zheng Xiuheng will not kill his opponent. Even if Zheng Qilong has the ability to cover up everything, doing so will mean that the other party will have a handle in his hands.
But what makes Zheng Xiuheng regretful is that he has the ability to kill people, even everyone in the club.
But this world is still a society ruled by law.
Therefore, even if one wants to kill someone, one needs a law enforcer to do it openly.
Zheng Xiuheng took out his cell phone and edited the text message again. He took a deep breath, then found Zheng Xiuyan's phone number in the address book. Looking at the familiar number, his thumb twitched on the dial button for a long time.
"well!"
With a light sigh, Zheng Xiuheng put away his phone, took off his sportswear to reveal a wild body, a perfectly proportioned figure, and muscles that seemed to be photoshopped, full of beauty and strength. He walked into the bathroom in the house, and soon the sound of water splashing was heard.
There are still four hours left before the program starts.
"This time, the action plan is to 'destroy the dragon'. We must abandon all unnecessary characters. It doesn't matter if everyone escapes. We only have one target, the leader of the Sannongdong Sect: Zheng-Qi-Long!"
At the very bottom of the operations room was a young policeman who, instead of listening to his superior's instructions, took out his vibrating cell phone from his trouser pocket.
"Wait, wait on the street behind the building opposite the grocery store. He'll go there and I'll go too!"
The young man showed a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth and sighed in his heart, but finally sent a text message.
"Trust me, it's okay!"
