After everything was done, Li Shuxian's confused mind finally regained the ability to think.

What is she doing? Because of a word from the other party, all her escape routes are cut off. What if the other party does not fulfill his promise?

Li Shuxian fell into a state of panic for a moment, waiting for the judgment of his fate tomorrow.

Downstairs at Hanjin Group, Assistant Zhang, who had just received his assignment, was about to get in the car when he suddenly stopped and looked back at the towering and magnificent building behind him.

'How long can I stay here?'

Assistant Zhang had a question in his mind, but he himself didn't know the answer to the question.

"Senior, it's time to get in the car."

The assistant at the side reminded him with a look of contempt that it was almost time to set off.

Zhang Minghao's loss of power was already an open secret within the group, and he must have experienced it himself! It wouldn't be long before his position was abolished.

"Minho!"

"Yes, senior."

"I know you are waiting for this position, but as long as the president does not issue an order, I am your superior and senior."

"What do you think the president would do if I told him that someone couldn't wait to do something?"

Min Hao's expression suddenly changed. The president was a suspicious person. Once the seeds of doubt were planted, it would mean completely losing the chance of hope.

"Senior, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. You have always been a senior whom I respect and admire in my heart, and I still have a lot to learn from you."

Assistant Zhang's face, which was always heavy and serious, showed a hint of smile. "That's how it should be. A dog should behave like a dog. Besides, it's a dog locked in a cage waiting to be chosen."

"If you want to call, you should wait until you are selected. This is the only advice I can give you as a senior."

"Inside."

After getting on the car to Gwangju, Assistant Zhang once again looked out the window at the Hanjin Group headquarters building.

No matter how calm he appeared at this moment, he was actually very unwilling inside.

He devoted half of his youth to the Zhao family, but in return he was exiled to the remote Gwangju to wait for death.

No, maybe there is no need to even wait.

Death is already waiting for me there. Life is so fragile that it can disappear completely with just a small accident.

Fortunately, he has already dealt with all the afterlife.

The money saved over the years should be enough for them.

"Let's go!"

The black Hyundai merged into the traffic flow, like a drop of water falling into the sea, no longer distinguishable from each other.

Once we were out of the city, the traffic gradually thinned out and the air in the car began to become heavier.

The driver frequently looked through the rearview mirror, and Zhang Minghao, who had his eyes closed in the back seat, also understood the chairman's final plan for him.

It turned out that he didn't even have the qualifications to take a look at Gwangju.

The corners of his mouth turned up to reveal a mocking smile, and the next moment the driver suddenly shouted and stepped on the brakes. The car turned to the left as if out of control and hit the guardrail at the foot of the mountain.

"Ah, damn, you bastard, hey~"

After a brief moment of distraction, the driver suddenly opened the car door and glared fiercely at the Hyundai in front of him, "How do you drive? Are you looking for death? Get out, you bastard."

Buzz~ A Hyundai car suddenly appeared in front and forced to stop, but no one got out of the car.

Instead, it started again, and as the driver rushed into the car in disbelief and panic, it suddenly hit the front of the car with the rear end of the car.

Boom.

Zhang Minghao, who had just sat down, lay on the back seat with his legs up in the air again.

"Shit, you bastard, who the hell is he? Are you crazy?"

Amid the cursing, the Hyundai car in front finally opened its door.

A well-dressed man, wearing a baseball cap, a black mask, and black leather gloves, wrapped his whole body tightly, walked towards him with a full metal baseball bat in his hand.

"Hey, who are you and what are you doing?"

The flying glass fragments forced the driver to lower his head desperately and instinctively cover his head with both hands to avoid injury.

When he raised his head again, Zhang Minghao in the back row had disappeared.

The modern world ahead was also moving forward amid his powerless rebukes and shouts.

The thought of what the consequences would be if I messed up the mission.

The driver quickly kicked off the windshield with his foot, started the car and was about to set off.

Squeak! The car moved backwards, drew a beautiful arc, and hit the guardrail on the opposite side.

The driver got out of the car with his hands covering his head and a look of pain on his face. He looked at the punctured tire and cursed loudly. He kicked the flattened tire in helplessness and rage.

Zhang Minghao, with a black cloth covering his head, remained silent from the moment he was taken off the car and taken to the car in front.

He didn't know where these people came from, or whether it was a test from the president.

Although the chances are slim, Zhang Minghao still hopes that the president and his family will remember their contributions and loyalty to the Zhao family in the end.

Otherwise, they were sent by the enemies of the president's family.

The purpose, of course, is to dig out some unfavorable information from himself.

Do you want to say it? Thinking of this question, Zhang Minghao laughed in his heart: "I don't have the right to choose."

Now, I am the only one who has encountered an accident.

Nonsense, in South Korea, no one can escape the pursuit of the chaebols.

But as the car drove on and watched these people behave, Zhang Minghao became increasingly nervous.

They were too calm and too professional.

He was totally unlike the emotional South Koreans. From the moment he was caught and put in the car, there was no communication at all.

Only the two people sitting next to him put their arms on both sides of his shoulders to ensure that he would not move.

Besides that, the carriage was as cold as an ice cellar.

Until the car, which was traveling at high speed, slowly slowed down, the door opened, and a breath of sea breeze blew towards us.

"Boss, the guests have arrived."

"Hmm~ Assistant Zhang, please get out of the car!"

The cloth cover on his head was taken off, and Zhang Minghao squinted to see the smiling face outside the car door.

It seems familiar. I must have seen it somewhere.

But what he was sure of was that he didn't know the other person.

"Really? The person is with you?"

"Yes, brother, how do you want me to arrange it?"

Seeing that Zhang Minghao was instructed by Li Zhenyu, Cui Wanzhi naturally would not take it lightly.

Offending the chaebol was not the outcome he wanted to see.

Therefore, he sent out his most elite men for this operation, all of whom were veterans who had received professional training.

In South Korea, every man has to serve in the military.

However, those who are emphatically called "veterans" must be elite soldiers who have officially served.

Choi Wan-sik has only recruited a few such talents in the past few years.

The person is now in his hands, but what to do next depends on Li Zhenyu's intention.

If he still has the same idea as before, it would be fine to send the person to him or keep him for the time being.

But if he changes his mind, Choi Man-sik will have no choice but to send Assistant Jang into the barrel to fill the sea.

(End of this chapter)