Chapter 382 Self-inflicted trouble
In the evening, at Park Hyo-jeong and Xiaomi's home, a man was furious.
"Bitch!"
The man angrily pushed the things on Park Hyo-jeong's dressing table and swept all the items to the ground.
Park Hyo-jeong just sat on the ground with her head down, not even looking at him, allowing the man to vent his anger unrestrainedly.
"Are you crazy?" The man squatted down and stared at her fiercely, "Where did you hide the things?"
Park Hyo-jeong raised her head and glared at Chuncheon, her accomplice in stealing the samples.
"I took the risk to get it. You were only responsible for driving to pick me up." Park Hyo-jeong didn't want much. "You have to at least give me half."
Chunchuan sneered, reached out and pinched Park Hyo-jeong's face, looked at her carefully, and then slapped her.
The force was so great that it made Park Hyo-jung stagger and fall to the ground.
Chunchuan took two steps, squatted in front of Park Hyo-jeong, grabbed her messy hair together, and lifted up Park Hyo-jeong's head.
He put his face close to hers and said, "20-80 split is very good for you. Don't you understand?"
Park Hyo-jung laughed sarcastically, "You are so exciting."
Then her face darkened, and even changed. "At worst, we can die together."
Chunchuan looked at Park Hyo-jeong who refused to deliver the goods and gritted his teeth, "Are you ready to die? You should know who they are and think carefully!"
Chunchuan shook Park Hyo-jeong's head hard, knocking it to the ground, and walked out of the room.
As soon as he went out, he found Xiaomi standing in the living room, with her head down in silence.
Chunchuan glanced at Xiaomi and sneered, "Like mother, like daughter."
Looking at Chuncheon closing the door and leaving, Xiaomi pursed her lips, walked to the door, and looked inside at Park Hyo-jeong.
The woman sat on the ground with disheveled hair, looking extremely dejected, with her back to Xiaomi.
She didn't want to turn her head and let Xiaomi see her more embarrassed side.
"Go play outside first."
“.”
Xiaomi hesitated for a moment and closed the door silently.
Park Hyo-jung silently used a lighter to burn an iron spoon with a transparent liquid on it.
She took out a clean syringe, drew the liquid on the iron spoon into the syringe, and injected it into her ankle joint without hesitation.
Xiaomi outside the door did not go out to play. She had been curled up at the door. She was a very smart child and knew what Park Hyo-jeong was doing, but when she heard Park Hyo-jeong's howling
After all, she couldn't tell whether it was pain or enjoyment.
Xiaomi covered her ears, unable to bear the sharp wailing, but she couldn't stop the piercing sound from entering her ears.
She finally couldn't stand it anymore and went out to find the uncle.
Chunchuan went downstairs cursing and opened his old car. "You stinky bitch, you called me brother when you stole things. Now you bargain with me when you get out."
As soon as he opened the car door, Chunchuan felt a hand suddenly on his shoulder, pressing it firmly.
He shuddered with fear and quickly turned around to look at the man in the suit.
The Kinmen security guards did not conceal their identities, and the badges on their chests were still shining in the evening sun.
"Hiss" Chunchuan's expression changed, "Brother, you called me?"
Chunchuan and Park Hyo-jeong started working together a long time ago and often stole things from nightclubs.
Because they were discovered by some nightclubs, Park Hyo-jeong and Chuncheon were beaten and expelled more than once.
In the end, they could only run to North Chungcheong Province to work in shame. It took an hour to drive from here to the nightclub where they worked, and his old car was not easy to use.
Ever since Kinmen took control of the entire underground of Seoul and even Gyeonggi Province, these nightclubs have become much more well-behaved and no longer circulate those drugs.
The reason why the two drug addicts did not move was because they were attracted by Kinmen's reputation. At least when they got into trouble, they could hide here and no gangs from other places would dare to come in and kill them.
"What did you do up there just now?"
"Find a friend."
"A friend," the Kinmen security guard said expressionlessly, raising his hand to pinch the back of his neck, "Come with me."
The Kinmen security car pulled up behind them and pulled Chunchuan in, closing the door with a bang.
Cha Tae-seok was at home, carefully ironing his black suit. He was meticulously adjusting it, spraying water vapor on the surface of the clothes with a spray bottle, and then ironing it back and forth with the iron.
He straightened the ironed shirt and hung it up, then turned to look at the calendar on the wall. The 18th, which was tomorrow, was circled in red.
Cha Tae-seok stared at the day he was trapped in, and his thoughts were brought back to the past. That was the anniversary of his wife's death.
The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Che Tae-sik came to his senses and opened the door. Xiaomi outside the door lowered her head pitifully.
Cha Tae-sik let him in, but there was another bang outside.
Che Tae-sik, who was almost suffering from an occupational disease, tightened his eyes and rushed to the door of the pawnshop in a few steps. He opened the door a crack, looked at the pawnshop through the crack, and then looked outside through the pawnshop window on the outside of the room.
Only two black cars started to leave outside the door, and no one was seen.
Che Tae-sik had excellent eyesight and saw the badge on the chest of a man in a suit sitting in the driver's seat.
He hesitated for a long time, looked at the shabby car that Chunchuan had not had time to drive away, and closed the door again.
Xiaomi was sitting on a chair not far behind him, rocking it with her body. As she did so, she told Che Tae-seok earnestly, "Really, I'll go back after my mom's friends leave."
She didn't want to bring her mother's pain to the uncle.
“Your mother’s friend,” Cha Tae-seok began to make the bed, “is wearing a suit?”
"Suit?" Xiaomi shook her head. "What he wears is really old-fashioned."
"Is there a badge on your chest?"
Xiaomi looked at Che Tae-sik in surprise. This might be the most he spoke.
"Why do you ask that, uncle?"
Che Tae-seok was silent for a while, then shook his head, thinking that he might be stressed. "It's okay."
Xiaomi always felt that she should say something, "Uncle, do you know what your nickname is?"
Seeing that the uncle didn't answer again, she asked herself, "It's the Pawnshop Ghost. Can you guess what my nickname is?"
Cha Tae-seok made the bed, turned around and sat on it, and finally asked cooperatively, "What is it?"
The little girl smiled embarrassedly and said, "I won't tell you."
Che Tae-sik didn't ask any more questions. He stuffed the pillow into Xiaomi's arms, pointed at the bed, and wanted to leave silently.
When Xiaomi was about to go to bed, she turned around and told him the answer, "It's a trash can."
Che Tae-sik also turned around and sat on the chair where Xiaomi had just sat and continued listening.
"My aunt said that when my mother was pregnant with me, she broke her toe by kicking a trash can, and she has been calling me trash can ever since."
Xiaomi sniffed, "Is it funny?"
Cha Tae-sik didn't laugh, he knew very well that this nickname didn't come from that.
He didn't answer, but stood up and turned off the bedside lamp, "Go to sleep."
Although it was just getting dark, Xiaomi still obediently covered herself with the quilt. In a short while, she fell asleep while mumbling "the pawnshop ghost and the trash can".
Che Tae-sik was beside her, helping her cover herself with the quilt and looking at Xiaomi quietly.
Chunchuan looked at Choi Doo-il in front of him with trembling heart, too frightened to say a word.
"You often go there to pick up a woman. Do you know the pawnshop owner?" Choi Doo-il received orders from Li You yesterday and found Che Tae-sik today.
It was because Cha Tae-sik was so sloppy and cold that he was so famous in that market that they found him easily by just asking around with the thugs.
"I don't know him," Chunchuan shook his head, "We have never dealt with each other. He never talks to us!"
Chunchuan shook his head and remembered something. A hint of flattery appeared on his face. "Xiaomi! That woman's daughter. Xiaomi is very familiar with him!"
Choi Doo-il had a smile on his face.
(End of this chapter)
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