My Peninsula 2007

Chapter 475 Conflict
"What's going on?" An Rusong asked hurriedly, a little flustered.

It seems that people are all like this. When they live a comfortable life for too long, even those who were originally fearless will start to cherish their lives. An Rusong is no exception. When he was first reborn into this world, he really had the courage to risk his life. But now, he feels that his life is very valuable and he cannot take risks easily.

Inside the driver's seat, Luo Minzhi tucked his pistol into his waistband, looked ahead, and said without turning his head, "Someone is throwing stones at our vehicle."

With his answer, An Rusong finally understood what had caused the "thud" sound. Right now, there was a stain left on the windshield where something had hit it. The Chevrolet Suburban, which had cost a fortune, was indeed worth the price; the windshield hadn't broken at all after being hit by a stone, not even a crack.

“Sir, you stay in the car, I’ll go down and see what’s going on,” Luo Minzhi said, without turning off the engine, as he released the handbrake and unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Won't it be dangerous?" An Rusong turned to look out the car window. "Wouldn't it be better if we called the police now?"

Along the roadside outside the car were elderly men and women blocking the perimeter of the construction site. Many of them wore red headbands and green vests. The vests were crudely made, but the red Korean slogans printed on them were exceptionally eye-catching.

Just by looking at the identical vests these guys are wearing, you can tell there must be an organizer behind them. Liu Shanyong was right.

“Okay, I’ll call the police first.” Hearing An Rusong say this, Luo Minzhi breathed a sigh of relief. He casually replied and then took out his phone to dial the police.

An Rusong then realized that Luo Minzhi had clearly thought he didn't want to call the police. In the end, the reason these people gathered here was to protest the land requisition policy in Enping District. If An Rusong were involved and called the police, it would easily attract public attention if the police handled the dispute.

Just as Luo Minzhi was making the call, a thin old man suddenly rushed over from the car window to An Rusong's right. He held up a piece of white paper with some Korean characters written on it in red ink, and with a "smack," he stuck the paper to the car window, then began to bang on the window forcefully.

The Suburban has excellent sound insulation, and the car's sheet metal is thick enough. Although the old man was pounding on the car window with great force, all that could be heard inside the car was a muffled "thump-thump" sound.

However, An Rusong did not notice the situation outside at first. It was only when the light outside the car window was blocked that he saw that the car window next to him was covered with a piece of paper. This suddenness startled him.

"Vampires, get out of our land!"

The Korean text written on the paper was just this one sentence, and the characters were crooked and extremely ugly. An Rusong believed that even if he used his toes to hold the pen, he would still write better than the other person.

An Rusong glanced at the piece of paper pasted on the window, especially the bright red writing on it, raised his hand to touch his temple, and leaned back in his chair with a speechless expression.

At this moment, more people began to surge up outside the car. They gathered around the car, some peering into the car through the windows, others banging on the car body, all seemingly quite agitated.

“Sir, I’ve already called the police, they’ll be here soon.” Luo Minzhi, who was in front, had also called the police station. He was worried that An Rusong might be frightened, so he turned around to comfort him.

An Rusong nodded. He wasn't particularly worried about his safety, because he had just glanced around and saw that those gathered outside the car were mostly elderly people. And they were only crowding around the car, at most banging on it, without taking any more aggressive or violent actions. Even if they did lose control and start smashing his Chevrolet, these elderly people wouldn't be able to cause him any harm while he was inside.

As for why only elderly people and not young people came here to cause trouble, the answer is simple: young people have to make a living and develop their lives, so they are cautious about many things. But these elderly people don't care and are willing to risk everything.

Ignoring the elderly people outside the car, An Rusong patted his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one for himself.

Deep down, he knew that even though Luo Minzhi had called the police, there wasn't much the police could do against these elderly people. At best, they could only temporarily disperse them and free him, this "vampire." Afterwards, these elderly people would come back to block the road and cause trouble again.

Ultimately, if the police had a way to deal with these people, they wouldn't have made such a fuss now.

"Sir, people from the construction site have arrived." Just as An Rusong lit his cigarette and took two puffs, Luo Minzhi, sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly spoke up.

"Oh?" An Rusong was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously turned his head to look towards the rear window. At this moment, there were also people crowding outside the rear window, but the Saabban was tall enough that the people outside could not completely block the view from the rear window, so An Rusong could still see what was happening outside.

When An Rusong looked through the rear window, he saw a large group of people carrying sticks, steel pipes, and even pipe wrenches pouring out of the construction site entrance at the fork in the road a hundred meters away.

The elderly people who had gathered at the intersection tried to block the crowd from rushing onto the road, but these people were all young and strong, and their sheer number made them impossible for the elderly to hold back. Thus, facing this surging crowd, the elderly who tried to stop them were like earthen walls against a flood, quickly swept away.

An Rusong sat in the car and watched from afar. He saw with his own eyes seven or eight old men and women wearing green vests being pushed to the ground. Two old men who seemed to be emotionally agitated and wanted to fight with those people were hit hard with sticks twice.

An Rusong pursed his lips, then let out a soft breath.

The people who surged from the crossroads were clearly construction workers at the site. But in addition to being workers, they also had another identity: gangsters who worked for Shin Sang-gil and made a living by following him.

Of course, strictly speaking, these people are not actually gangsters. They are not members of a real violent group. The reason for this is that they do not have a status or a fixed income within Shin Sang-gil's gang. They can only receive corresponding compensation when they work for Shin Sang-gil.

Like the Zhao brothers, the Nambu-dong gang they lead is already a sizable criminal organization in Seoul, and is a designated violent group that Seoul police are highly concerned about. However, the actual members of the entire Nambu-dong gang are only a few dozen people, and when there is a need for infighting, those who actually step forward to fight are these so-called "unofficial members".

In reality, the core members of the organization only do one thing: when a lawsuit arises, they are responsible for sending someone to take the blame.

In a sense, gangs like Shin Sang-gil's are more like a special form of union. He has the ability to find jobs for these unofficial members and can protect their interests to a certain extent. In return, these people must do dirty work for him when he needs them, just like they are doing now.

These people are truly from the bottom of society, but precisely because of this, they are ruthless enough when facing other people from the bottom of society, because they know that the other party is just like them, with a worthless life, and even if something happens to them, no one will speak up for them.

The people who surged from the crossroads quickly dispersed the elderly people blocking the road. Then, they rushed straight towards the location where An Rusong and the others were trapped. Those who tried to stop them along the way were either pushed aside if they were lucky, or kicked or knocked to the ground if they were unlucky.

In just three or four minutes, the elderly people who had gathered around the car were completely scattered.

An Rusong remained seated in the car the entire time, until a burly middle-aged man in a gray short-sleeved t-shirt walked to the car and bowed to it through the window. Only then did An Rusong reach out and roll down the window.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. An, for causing you trouble," said the middle-aged man, Shin Sang-gil. His Korean was a bit strange, mainly because his pronunciation was a bit stiff, unlike the soft Korean spoken by most Koreans.

The reason for this is that this guy is actually a North Korean. He smuggled himself over from the north, and he is what is known as the "North Korean".

"Don't cause any deaths," An Rusong said calmly, tossing the half-smoked cigarette out the window.

"Mr. An, please rest assured, your subordinates are very discreet," Shin Sang-gil said with a grin.

An Rusong didn't want to talk to this guy anymore. To be honest, although he looked down on him, and strictly speaking, the other party couldn't compare to him in terms of status and social standing, the other party wasn't afraid of him either, after all, this guy had someone behind him.

“I’ve already called the police,” An Rusong said, slowly rolling up the car window until it was just a hand’s width away. “Tell Brother Shanyong that when the police arrive, he should handle it.”

Shen Xiangji didn't speak. He smiled, took a step back, and bowed to the car again.

(End of this chapter)