680: 542 n and Won (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_2 680: 542 n and Won (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)_2 Jiang Chen spoke with a slightly austere tone, “Uncle Shi.”
Taking the phone from his daughter, Shi Zhenhua asked, “What exactly happened tonight?”
“I’m not clear either.
Gao Zhengbi and I were targeted as soon as we left Seoul University, and then another car ca out on the road and hit us to a stop.
Six unknown assassins got out of the car without saying a word.
Their goal was very clear; they were after my life.”
“Did you catch them?”
“We caught them.”
“Dad, tell him to co back quickly!
If he stays there any longer, he could lose his life!”
Shi Qianxi’s shouting ca from the other end.
As if he hadn’t heard her, Shi Zhenhua continued solemnly, “It’s good that you caught them.
As long as the people are caught, there’s nothing to worry about.
Are you heading to the hospital now?”
“Yes, I need to see how Gao Zhengbi is doing.”
Although the attorney said it wasn’t serious, by reason and emotion, he felt obliged to visit in person.
“Dad, tell him to co back!
Korea is so dangerous, who knows if he’ll be this lucky next ti!”
Shi Qianxi urged.
It seed Shi Zhenhua could no longer ignore her, finally asking, “Jiang Chen, what do you think?”
In the moving Audi, Jiang Chen held the phone and fell silent for a mont.
“Uncle Shi, I can’t co back for the ti being; I must get to the bottom of this.”
“Jiang Chen, did your brain get damaged by the car accident?
Knowing that soone wants to kill you, and yet you’re still staying in Korea, you…”
Shi Qianxi kept muttering.
“I’m talking with Jiang Chen, don’t interrupt.”
“Dad, this is my phone!”
“…”
Jiang Chen, far away in Korea, couldn’t help but smile wryly.
“Jiang Chen, if you don’t want to co back for the ti being, then don’t.
Go do what you have to do.”
Perhaps this was an unspoken understanding between n.
For a man like Shi Zhenhua, he might not want his daughter to be in danger, but at the sa ti, he surely wouldn’t want the man his daughter liked to be a coward.
“Thank you, Uncle Shi.”
“Heh, there’s no need to thank .
Since you’re planning to stay in Korea, I’ll arrange for a few people to protect you.”
Jiang Chen couldn’t find a reason to refuse; it seed he also had no reason to.
“Dad!
Give back my phone!”
“Jiang Chen, you go on with your business.
I’m hanging up.”
With that, Shi Zhenhua hung up, not giving his daughter the chance to snatch the phone back and nag Jiang Chen.
For the first ti, Jiang Chen felt that this business magnate was so understanding.
“Attorney Quan, please keep an eye on the police for .
If there’s any progress on this case, notify imdiately.”
Jiang Chen put down the phone.
“Yes, Mr.
Jiang,” Attorney Quan nodded seriously and earnestly.
Samsung Seoul Hospital.
By the ti Jiang Chen arrived, Gao Zhengbi had been moved out of the operating room and into a ward.
“The doctor said the dagger missed his kidney by just about a centiter.
Director Gao was very lucky.”
Due to the anesthetic, Gao Zhengbi was still unconscious at the mont.
“Attorney Quan, you can go back now.”
“Then Mr.
Jiang, I’ll take my leave.”
Jiang Chen nodded.
Without any pleasantries, Attorney Quan turned and left the ward.
Jiang Chen pulled up a chair and sat down, rubbing his temples, as the night’s harrowing chase replayed uncontrollably in his mind like a carousel.
Having only been in Seoul for a few days, who could be so eager to kill him?
Could it really be YM Company?
It was possible, but the evidence seed insufficient.
YM was ultimately an entertainnt company, not purely a criminal organization.
Their first approach to solving problems shouldn’t be so extre.
Even if they were dissatisfied or even angry about his “abduction” of Kim Joohyun, the most logical action would have been to send soone to talk to him first.
Who would send assassins directly?
It made no sense at all.
But if it wasn’t YM Company, whom else had he offended in Korea?
Jiang Chen racked his brains and finally ca up with one possibility.
The young man who was killed on the night he rescued Kim Joohyun, during the chaos at Wanxiang Senluo.
Attorney Quan ntioned that the man’s identity was not simple—his father was a leader of an underworld force in Seoul.
Even though he was not the killer, it was An Zairong who had acted, but after all, An Zairong was with him.
The other party holding a grudge against him seed reasonable.
Jiang Chen stared at the pale hospital walls.
He pondered over and over again and concluded that there could be no other possibility.
Movies really do stem from life.
Previously, when he watched Korean cri films, he thought they contained artistic exaggeration.
Even the criminal organizations, he believed, couldn’t possibly be so audacious.
But now, having experienced it firsthand, Jiang Chen realized his knowledge had been too limited.
The power of Korea’s dark forces, just like the entertainnt industry, was indeed a distinct characteristic: ruthless and not given to much talk, incomparable to the local ruffians and hooligans.
Should he give An Zairong a call?
Ever since Shenzhou left, he hadn’t contacted her in these two days and didn’t know what the situation was on her end.
As Jiang Chen hesitated, the sound of footsteps ca from outside the hospital room, more than one person by the sound of it.
Seeing the unconscious Gao Zhengbi on the hospital bed, Jiang Chen instantly beca alert.
They couldn’t possibly be coming to the hospital so soon to finish the job, could they?
But then he reconsidered.
There were police guards outside; the criminal syndicates shouldn’t be so brazen.
“Knock knock knock…”
The sound of knocking ca.
Jiang Chen inwardly breathed a sigh of relief and called out, “Please co in.”
If it were killers, they certainly wouldn’t be so “polite.”
“Creak.”
The door to the hospital room was pushed open.
A few n entered, not many, but each one of them exuded a murderous air not found in ordinary people, their gazes sharp as blades.
“Mr.
Jiang, Miss Lan sent us here.
If there is anything you need, Mr.
Jiang, just give the order,” one of them said.
As expected.
Jiang Chen inwardly gave a bitter smile.
Being protected by a woman didn’t sit well with him.
But he was not sobody who would rather save face than accept help.
Although he ca through this ti unscathed, just like Shi Qianxi said, no one could guarantee such luck the next ti.
If they were determined and not put off by this failure, they would surely co with more than just a handful of people next ti.
“Thank you for your troubles.”
Out of courtesy, Jiang Chen stood up from his chair.
He did not reject Lan Peizhi’s kindness.
It was probably Shi Zhenhua who had inford her.
“Mr.
Jiang, we will step out then,” one of them said.
Jiang Chen nodded.
The four n, who looked like they had faced many life-or-death situations, quickly left the hospital room after bidding Jiang Chen farewell.
Jiang Chen twiddled his fingers unconsciously.
Lan Peizhi had told him to leave, and not only did he stay, but he had also now drawn trouble upon himself and even required her to send n over.
Even though Jiang Chen was not a thin-skinned person, he felt inevitably embarrassed.
Without contacting him directly and sending people over, the revered “Blood Guanyin” must not be pleased in her heart.
After much thought, Jiang Chen, thickening his skin, took out his phone and dialed her number,
He had braced himself for rejection, but surprisingly, the call connected smoothly.
It made sense.
Lan Peizhi was no ordinary person.
He was really acting with a petty mind.
“Miss Lan, your people have arrived, thank you,” Jiang Chen quickly said, trying to establish a positive tone for the conversation.
“You still have ti to leave now,” Lan Peizhi’s voice was calm and unruffled.
“Soone is trying to kill .
If I run now, wouldn’t I be like a dog that’s lost its ho?
I can’t let the Koreans look down on us Shenzhou people,” Jiang Chen’s tone seed to match his youthful identity.
“What’s more important, life or pride?” Lan Peizhi asked flatly.
“Of course, life is more important,” Jiang Chen didn’t hesitate but then changed tack, “But there’s a saying that goes well: a buddha fights for a stick of incense; a man for a breath of air.
I believe, if you wanted to leave Korea, you definitely could, so-called travel restrictions wouldn’t trap you, but you didn’t leave either.
As a woman, you show such tenacity.
I, as a man, surely can’t…”
Jiang Chen, who was speaking fluently, suddenly stopped at the crucial mont.
There was silence on the other end, and then a voice that betrayed no emotion asked,
“Surely can’t what?”
The usually bold Jiang Chen cleared his throat, feigning nonchalance, “Nothing, I just an I won’t leave.”
The woman who was likely not accustod to being addressed as “a woman” didn’t respond.
Jiang Chen heard the sound of the call being disconnected.
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