Chapter 1702: A Heavy Punch

It had to be said, Park Sun-young was very fast.

Wu Sijie had only made the call half an hour ago, and she had already arrived.

"You came quickly."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Park Sun-young before him and said with a smile.

"I live nearby."

Park Sun-young bowed respectfully to Zhao Fusheng and replied.

"I see."

Zhao Fusheng nodded, pointed at the people outside the door: "Those thugs were probably brought by Lee Byung-hun. Go tell them to call Lee Byung-hun over. Otherwise, they'll all be sent to prison for eight or ten years."

"Ah?"

Park Sun-young was startled, looked at Zhao Fusheng with some confusion, then quickly nodded in agreement.

She wasn't stupid. Her boss's boss was the man in front of her, not Lee Byung-hun. Although Lee Byung-hun was a top actor, in Park Sun-young's eyes, he was definitely not as important as her own future.

Watching her go out to negotiate with the thugs, Zhao Fusheng sat on the sofa, thought for a moment, and said to Fan Beibei: "Beibei, how about I have someone take you back to the hotel?"

Fan Beibei nodded understandingly: "I know, big brother, you have things to do, right?"

"Yes, Beibei is such a good girl."

Zhao Fusheng smiled. Fan Beibei was actually quite clever; she had already guessed that he had important matters to attend to, which was why she said that.

Turning around, Zhao Fusheng said to Wu Sijie: "Have Park Sun-young call the police and arrange for someone to escort Beibei back to the hotel. You and Old Chen go with them."

Wu Sijie hesitated: "Chairman, maybe I should stay."

"What use would you be staying?" Zhao Fusheng waved his hand dismissively. "You don't know Korean."

After thinking for a moment, he simply stood up: "Forget it, I'll go back with you all."

He had just come to his senses. What was his status, and what was Lee Byung-hun's? A mere top actor wasn't worth him getting so worked up and waiting here. That was giving him too much face.

With that in mind, Zhao Fusheng looked down at Fan Beibei and said: "Beibei, how about big brother goes back with you?"

"Great!"

Fan Beibei was very happy to hear Zhao Fusheng's words and quickly nodded.

Zhao Fusheng stood up, walked to the door, came before Park Sun-young, and said to her: "Do you have any acquaintances at the police or prosecution service?"

Park Sun-young was startled: "Yes, what's wrong?"

She was just having those people call Lee Byung-hun to come over immediately and apologize.

"Call the police and the prosecution service."

Zhao Fusheng said calmly to Park Sun-young: "I need an explanation for this matter."

"Chairman?"

Park Sun-young was somewhat surprised. It seemed that their chairman was a bit displeased.

"I'm taking Beibei back to the hotel first." Zhao Fusheng said indifferently. "I'll leave four people for you. After you handle this, report to me tomorrow."

"Yes."

Park Sun-young quickly bowed in agreement, watching Zhao Fusheng and the others leave.

As Wu Sijie passed by Park Sun-young, he whispered: "The chairman is very unhappy. You'd better inform President Liang."

Hearing this, Park Sun-young's heart stirred. Without a word, she smiled gratefully at Wu Sijie and watched him chase after Zhao Fusheng and the others as they got into the car and left.

As for herself, she simply dialed Liang Jingyu's number.

"Director, something's happened!" Park Sun-young quickly recounted the whole story, finally saying: "The chairman has now taken a little girl back to the hotel. His assistant reminded me that the chairman is very unhappy and told me to call you."

"A little girl?"

Liang Jingyu frowned on the other end of the phone: "How old?"

"Eleven or twelve?" Park Sun-young said uncertainly. "She seems very close to the chairman. He kept holding her hand."

"It should be the chairman's wife's younger sister." Liang Jingyu said, holding the phone and taking a deep breath.

As a veteran from the Future Group Strategic Planning Office, he was naturally familiar with the people around his chairman. If he remembered correctly, that little girl should be the younger sister of the chairman's wife, Fan Baobao.

When he was a child, that kid was often brought along by President Zheng, occasionally showing up at Future Group headquarters, quite endearing.

"The chairman's wife's younger sister?" Park Sun-young was somewhat surprised.

"Yes, the chairman and his wife grew up together. Her sister is more than ten years younger than the wife and was raised by the chairman since childhood. The chairman treats that child like a daughter." Liang Jingyu sighed and said slowly, "Scaring Miss like that—it seems the chairman is truly angry this time."

"Then what do we do?" Park Sun-young was also panicking and quickly asked Liang Jingyu.

"Do as Assistant Wu says." Liang Jingyu said in a deep voice, "Immediately contact our connections in the National Police Agency and the Supreme Prosecutors' Office to arrest that group. Also, regarding Lee Byung-hun, notify CJ and Lotte that this guy has provoked someone he shouldn't have!"

Lee Byung-hun naturally had his backers, though not necessarily at very high levels, but Liang Jingyu still had to make the necessary preparations.

After thinking it over, he added, "You can tip off Samsung."

"Samsung?"

Park Sun-young was somewhat surprised and asked in confusion, "Hasn't the chairman been avoiding... since arriving in Korea?"

"What do you know? Times have changed. Before, there was no need to make it known to everyone, but now the chairman intends to make an example of Lee Byung-hun. Of course, we have to cooperate with him." Liang Jingyu said solemnly, "Do as I instructed."

"Okay." Park Sun-young dared not delay. After hanging up, she started making calls.

That night, the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency and the Central District Prosecutors' Office were very busy. Jeong Jin-tae and his gang were completely uprooted, and all their establishments were raided by the police and prosecutors working together.

The chief prosecutor of the Prosecutors' Office personally oversaw the operation, showing no favoritism regardless of who was involved, even drawing media attention.

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...

Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office, interrogation room.

"I want to see my lawyer! I want to see my lawyer!"

Facing the prosecutor before him, Lee Byung-hun shouted loudly.

He had been dragged from his bed. After having someone teach Zhao Fusheng and his group a lesson, Lee Byung-hun was in a bad mood, so he called an actress he often dated, turned off his phone, and they had a wild time at the villa.

But unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, prosecutors stormed into his home with police and arrested him directly.

"Mr. Lee, your lawyer will be here shortly. But before he arrives, I hope you can explain to me why your assistant manager was on the phone with a gangster?"

The prosecutor, dressed in a suit, sat across from Lee Byung-hun and said with a half-smile, "Or you could tell me you knew nothing about it."

"What assistant? What gangster? I have no idea what you're talking about." Lee Byung-hun shouted, "This is slander! You're slandering my reputation! I will definitely sue you, Mr. Prosecutor!"

"Slander?"

The prosecutor laughed coldly: "We have already searched your manager's phone and found multiple call records between him and that gangster. Not only that, Mr. Lee Byung-hun, you yourself have visited a nightclub run by that gang and even had a conversation with their boss. And you tell me you don't know? Ha, aish, do you take us prosecutors for fools?"

Lee Byung-hun was stunned, his face turning pale. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "I really don't know Jeong Jin-tae. I don't know him!"

"Ha, how interesting. I never mentioned that person's name was Jeong Jin-tae." The prosecutor looked at Lee Byung-hun and said word by word, "Frankly, I'm looking forward to seeing how you explain this next, Mr. Lee!"

"..."

Lee Byung-hun was completely dumbfounded. He suddenly realized that the situation seemed to have spiraled beyond his control.

In the entertainment industry, quite a few people collude with gangsters. Why was he the only one arrested?

And judging by the current situation, the prosecution clearly intended to launch a thunderous crackdown. What the hell was going on?

"I don't want to say a word right now. I'll wait for my lawyer."

Taking a deep breath, Lee Byung-hun said solemnly.

He now realized the seriousness of the matter. Under these circumstances, he really couldn't say anything more, otherwise it might trigger even bigger problems.

Since he wouldn't speak, the prosecution wasn't in a hurry. They had received instructions from above: this time, Lee Byung-hun would either die or at least lose a layer of skin.

Soon, Lee Byung-hun's lawyer arrived at the prosecutor's office. As a top star, his lawyer was naturally a very famous senior lawyer in Seoul, who had also previously served in the Prosecutors' Office.

Korea's system of preferential treatment for former officials can sometimes be truly frustrating.

Just like now, Lee Byung-hun's lawyer, having previously served as the chief prosecutor of the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office, brazenly came to the door of Lee Byung-hun's interrogation room.

"Senior Jeong Young-joon, long time no see."

Standing with him was his junior, the current chief prosecutor of the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office, Kim Myung-ui.

"Yes, long time no see." As the senior, Jeong Young-joon nodded and said to Kim Myung-ui, "Myung-ui, I just want to know what exactly happened. Why was my client arrested in the middle of the night? Is there a possibility of bail?"

"Senior, to be blunt, this is because Mr. Lee Byung-hun offended someone he shouldn't have."

Kim Myung-ui didn't beat around the bush either and said calmly, "You can bail him out, but I have been entrusted by someone, and this matter will certainly not end here."

Hearing this, Jeong Young-joon's expression changed slightly. Clearly, he understood Kim Myung-ui's meaning—it seemed there must be some hidden inside story behind this matter.