Peninsula: The young master is poor and doesn't want to date.

Chapter 12 Smashing the Shop

Ding Lilan officially started her job, sitting behind the cash register and sorting out change.

Li Zhengyi stood at the shop entrance and lit a cigarette.

My phone vibrated.

He took it out to look.

Bae Joo-hyun's Kakao Talk.

I'm so tired from practicing dance in the practice room today.

Attached is a selfie.

He was wearing practice clothes, his hair was wet, and he looked a little tired.

This is an initiative to show goodwill.

It was also a test.

Let's see if he can still keep his "poor boy boyfriend" under control.

Li Zhengyi held a cigarette in his mouth, his lips twitching upwards.

type:

Rest when you're tired; don't overexert yourself.

Your fans will feel sorry for you.

Bae Joo-hyun did not reply.

Li Zhengyi waited ten minutes and then sent another message:

I feel sorry for you too.

A minute after I sent that message, the other person replied with an emoji.

A rabbit is holding a heart.

Li Zheng stubbed out his cigarette.

This woman, she puts on a full-blown act.

Row.

I'll play with you.

He put his phone back in his pocket and turned to go back into the store.

Ding Lilan was paying for a middle-aged man who had come to buy liquor, her smile warm and her movements swift.

As the middle-aged man walked out, he was still muttering, "Holy crap, that girl is really pretty, even prettier than my daughter."

Li Zhengyi watched her back as she carried the case of drinks behind the shelf.

Special Operations Command.

Army Taekwondo Champion.

Small arms expert.

Now you can scan a code to pay at convenience stores.

No matter how I look at it, it just doesn't feel right.

He returned to the counter, sat down, opened his laptop, and continued processing various emails from "Galaxy X" and "Tower X".

Especially the development progress of PUBG, which is the main project for next year.

A globally popular game that generates hundreds of millions of dollars in profit annually.

No one knows the potential of this game yet.

There's never anything new about working the night shift in Kowloon Village.

A drunkard buys hangover soup.

People who stay up all night at internet cafes buy instant noodles.

Around two or three in the morning, a few men and women who have just come out of the karaoke room will occasionally come in, laugh and buy small umbrellas and then leave.

It's so boring.

But Li Zhengyi liked this kind of boredom.

Boredom means safety, it means no one is paying attention to him.

Tonight seems to be no exception.

"senior."

Ding Lilan suddenly spoke, wiping the lid of the oden pot in her hand.

"Um?"

"Since just now, three motorcycles have stopped at the alley entrance four times. They're the same brand, have modified exhaust pipes, and don't have license plates."

Li Zhengyi's fingers stopped on the keyboard.

"When did it start?"

"The first time was at 8:12. The second time was at 8:35. Two people got out of the car, glanced into the store, but didn't come in. The third time was at 9:02. All three cars stopped at the alley entrance for two minutes, as if they were waiting for something."

"They're here again. Three cars stopped at the alley entrance for a minute and forty seconds, then headed east, probably to meet up with more people."

Li Zhengyi frowned.

"Senior, there's an engine sound coming from the intersection on the east side."

Ding Lilan put down the pot lid.

"Six vehicles. No, seven. They are all modified motorcycles, with identical engine sounds, most likely the same model, not a scattered convoy."

She tilted her head, as if listening to something.

There are people in the back seat. At least two people in each car.

Li Zhengyi quickly calculated it in his mind.

Seven vehicles.

At least fourteen people.

He glanced at Ding Lilan.

She still had a smile on her face, but her fingers were no longer wiping the pot lid; instead, she folded the dishcloth and put it aside.

That posture didn't look like fear; it looked more like he was preparing for something.

"Senior, should I go out to greet you?"

"Don't rush."

Li Zhengyi took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag, the smoke obscuring half of his face.

"First, let's confirm one thing: is this targeting me or someone else? Fights and brawls happen all the time in Kowloon Village; it might not be related to us."

The voice just fell.

A sharp sound of wind being cut.

Followed by.

Crash!!

The glass door of the convenience store is cracked in the middle.

A piece of red brick crashed in and landed on the ground next to the oden pot, scattering shards of glass everywhere.

Ding Lilan didn't even blink.

Li Zhengyi did not dodge.

He even looked down at the brick.

Then he sighed.

"Sigh, they were definitely coming for us."

outside.

The roar of motorcycle engines was deafening. Seven modified motorcycles lined up in front of the convenience store, their headlights shining into the store, the blinding white light making it impossible to open one's eyes.

A human figure.

A dozen or so figures jumped out of the back seat, carrying baseball bats and steel pipes.

The leader was a man wearing a black leather jacket.

He was in his thirties, had a small mustache, and wore a gold chain around his neck that was almost as thick as his little finger.

fake.

The first group of thugs had already reached the entrance of the convenience store. One of them, a blond-haired guy, kicked over a row of shelves and shouted inside.

"Hey! Li Zhengyi! Come out here! Someone's paying for one of your fingers!"

Several other gazes fell on Ding Lilan, and their expressions changed instantly.

That look in his eyes was like that of a hungry person seeing meat.

"Hey, there's a girl too. She's pretty attractive."

The blond guy licked his lips.

"Little sister, it must be hard working here so late at night. Come for a drive with your brother."

Another tall, thin man whistled.

Li Zheng walked out from behind the cashier with a cigarette in his mouth, brushing the ash off his work clothes.

He walked to the broken glass and stood at the entrance of the convenience store, with Ding Lilan smiling behind him.

"Who are you guys? From this Kowloon Village area?"

His tone was calm, as if he were not facing a group of armed thugs, but rather chasing away stray cats in front of a convenience store.

Yellow Hair took two steps forward and slung the baseball bat over his shoulder.

"Who cares which area we're from, you surnamed Li? We're not here to collect protection money today. Someone's paying us to smash up your lousy shop."

He paused, then his smile turned sinister.

"By the way, break off your right middle finger."

Right hand.

Middle finger.

Li Zheng looked down at his right hand.

Then he laughed.

last night.

Beiyue Mountain.

Speeding.

Before the finish line.

He and Kim Tae-ah's Porsche crossed the finish line side by side.

The two men gave each other the middle finger through the car window.

Then he won.

Li Zhengyi almost burst out laughing.

Kim Soo-ho was absolutely right, this woman really holds a grudge.

Just for a middle finger, it's worth the price she paid to hire a bunch of thugs to smash the shop and break fingers.

And it's quite efficient.

What happened last night, I found out this evening where he works and where he lives.

The only daughter of the founder of Kakao.

New chaebol elites.

The way they spend money is crude.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

The blond-haired man felt a chill run down his spine from the smile on Li Zhengyi's lips.

With a dozen or so people surrounding you, how can you still laugh?

Li Zhengyi had a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his work uniform pockets.

"I'm laughing at you bunch of wage earners, not going out for drinks on weekend nights, but instead running around here risking your lives for others."

He shook his head, with an expression that said, "It must have been tough for you guys to end up like this."

"So if I just tell you to get lost, wouldn't that be too disrespectful?"

"Ugh... are you fucking crazy?"

As the blond-haired man swore, he glanced back at what was behind him.

The man in the leather jacket behind him remained leaning against the motorcycle seat, raising his chin slightly.

The blond-haired man turned around, his expression turning fierce.

"Fine, you want to fly, huh? Still being stubborn."

He raised his baseball bat and slammed it down on the convenience store shelf again.

"Think carefully, smash up the store before you start cracking your knuckles, otherwise..."

"What else?"

"Or I'll break another leg, so you won't even be able to leave this dilapidated house."

Li Zhengyi didn't move.

He even pulled his right hand out of his pocket and raised his middle finger.

"Break it, come on."