Chapter 172 Face Issue

Chapter 172 Face Issue

Chapter 172 Face Issue
Hearing him say that, Jiang Yiyu lost interest. He curled his lips, slapped the young man on the back of his head, and said, "Get lost. Do you think I am the one who drinks the water you use to wash the pot?"

"Ouch," the young man cried out exaggeratedly, then covered the back of his head and smiled foolishly.

It was not until this time that Jiang Yiyu turned to An Rusong and said, "Rusong, let me introduce you to this guy, Park Yuanhao, my little brother. There will be no problem letting him handle tonight's matter."

An Rushong nodded to the young man. The young man showed an expression of flattery on his face, and quickly nodded and bowed to An Rushong again.

"Okay, let's get to work," Jiang Yiyu waved his hand at Park Yuanhao and said, "It's still the same old rules. You have to get the job done for me and don't cause me any trouble. If Jian Yuzhen calls you, tell him to come to me and I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay, Brother Yiyu, I'll do it right away," Park Won-ho was completely Jiang Yiyu's lackey, he would do whatever the other party told him to do, and he looked very honest.

Of course, An Rushong knew very well that this guy was only so respectful and honest in front of people like Jiang Yiyu.

Again, whether it is South Korea or Japan, they are both countries that are harmonious on the surface, but in reality, they are very strict in class division. Although this young man named Park Won-ho should have a good family background, in front of people like Jiang Yiyu, his family background is probably not enough, so he must be humble and humble in front of the latter and be willing to be a lackey.

Most importantly, An Rusong suspected that Park Won-ho's family business might rely on the family behind Jiang Yiyu, so the young man's humility and obedience were not surprising.

Seeing Park Won-ho getting back into the car and then driving towards the open space, An Rusong asked, "Brother Yiyu, are we not going to make things worse?"

"Don't worry, this kid knows his limits," Jiang Yiyu shook his head nonchalantly and said, "Besides, even if it gets out of hand, so what? It has nothing to do with us. The most important thing is that those who work for Yuan Hao are a bunch of rebellious kids. They are not yet adults, just like those kids who hang around Jian Zhesheng all day. Even if they injure or even kill someone, the police can't hold them accountable."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Protect minors, haha."

An Rushong understood clearly that his car was scratched like that in the underground parking lot of Dynasty Hotel. If he chose to call the police at that time, the police probably wouldn't have any good way to deal with it. After all, Jiang Yiyu also said that the guy named Jian Zhesheng had a group of minors who surrounded him all day long. If nothing unexpected happened, the car must have been scratched by those underage guys.

According to the provisions of South Korea's Juvenile Law, the maximum sentence for a minor is 20 years, and for juveniles under the age of 14 who commit serious crimes, they will only be sent to a juvenile detention center for two years.

With the rapid development of South Korea's economy and the improvement of people's living conditions, children aged 13 or 14 in today's South Korea are already well developed and understand a lot of things. It is precisely because of this that juvenile crimes in South Korea have occurred frequently in recent years, and even to the point of becoming more and more serious.

In An Rusong's view, the provision that minors can be exempted from punishment for crimes is a complete legal loophole. An Rusong is not extreme, he really believes that all the provisions that can be exempted from punishment are artificially created legal loopholes, and these loopholes are specifically designed to allow certain people to exploit them.

Just like Park Won-ho, he got a group of kids to do things. No matter what they did, they didn't have to worry about the police coming to cause trouble, because these kids were minors and the police couldn't do anything to them.

As for the crime of instigating minors to commit crimes that could be applied to him, it is not an easy task for the police to successfully collect evidence and pin the crime on him.

"Let's go and take a look?" Jiang Yiyu said as he watched Park Won-ho's car drive near the open space.

Shen Wuguo didn't say anything. He turned his head to look at An Rushong, meaning to see what he would say.

An Rushong thought about it and finally nodded.

Afterwards, the three of them got back into the car and drove some distance towards the open space.

Just as the Mercedes SUV stopped again, a commotion suddenly broke out among the crowd that had gathered in the open space.

An Rusong saw clearly from his car that two men in black leather jackets attacked a young man on a motorcycle with sticks. Several men and women who were obviously in the same group as the young man tried to stop them, but were surrounded and beaten by a dozen other people.

The riot broke out suddenly and spread quickly. In just a few screams, dozens of people were fighting each other in the crowd. To be precise, it was a one-sided beating, with dozens of seemingly small people chasing and beating up seven or eight people.

Although these teenagers are not very old, everyone has a weapon in his hand and is particularly ruthless. Once they catch a target, they will smash it with the stick in their hands without caring about the head or face, without any fear.

There was a loud scream in the open space. People who had nothing to do with the fight fled in all directions. Those who were driving also quickly backed out, and after driving a distance away, they stopped far away to watch the excitement.

The riot lasted about ten minutes, and the smaller group was all knocked to the ground by the teenagers. These people, both men and women, were dragged to the roadside by their hair. If anyone struggled or was dishonest, a teenager would immediately come up with a stick and beat them all over the head. Sitting in the car, An Rusong could see that among those being beaten were the two girls he saw when he went upstairs before. Of course, he could only recognize their clothes, but not their faces, because they were beaten black and blue and bloody.

"The young people nowadays are much more ruthless than we were back then," Shen Wuguo said with emotion while sitting in the driver's seat.

"Who said it wasn't?" Jiang Yiyu's car was still parked on the other side of the road. He had just come here in Shen Wuguo's car. "Alas, society is in chaos now."

Hearing the two guys sighing there, An Rushong lost all interest in watching the fun for a moment. He was just about to withdraw his gaze from outside when he saw a figure approaching the car. It was the Park Won-ho from before.

Seeing him raise his hand and prepare to knock on the car window, An Rushong lowered the window first.

"Brother Rushong," the young man said sweetly. When he saw An Rushong in the car, he bowed and greeted him first.

An Rushong smiled and nodded at him.

"Okay, you did a good job," Jiang Yiyu said as he poked his head in front of him. "Did you tell that guy what happened?"

"Tell him," Park Won-ho said, "Although that guy is usually very arrogant, he is actually very timid. He peed his pants after being hit a few times. I told him to pay for the scratched car, ten times the damage. If he can't pay that amount, he'd better not go out in the future. Otherwise, I'll chop off one of his fingers every time I see him."

"Not bad, you know how to do it," Jiang Yiyu nodded with satisfaction, and then suddenly changed the subject and said, "Hey, what's the name of that chick in red over there?"

Hearing his question, Park Won-ho quickly turned his head to look, and An Rusong followed his gaze. They saw a short-haired girl wearing a red coat and holding a stick, squatting on the curb smoking.

Because of the light, he couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, but he felt that she didn't look very old.

"I don't know either," Park Won-ho said after taking a look, "What's the matter, is Yi-woo interested in her?"

"It's okay, I think she's pretty good," Jiang Yiyu said with a lewd smile.

"Hey, okay, I'll bring it to you," Park Won-ho said with a low laugh.

"Let him take his own car up there," Shen Wuguo interrupted at this time. He said impatiently, "Don't take it to my car."

"Okay, Brother Wu Guo," Park Won-ho responded quickly, and then walked towards the girl.

After Park Won-ho walked away, Jiang Yiyu pointed at a young man in a black leather jacket who was pinned to the sidewalk and said, "See? That's Jian Zhesheng. Hey, Rusong, do you want to go over and give him a couple of kicks?"

When An Rushong saw his car in such a mess in the underground garage of Dynasty Hotel, he was really angry. He even wanted to ask the Zhao brothers to help him recruit people and give them a lesson.

But now, seeing these non-mainstream bastards being knocked to the ground by a group of teenagers and being made into a miserable state, the anger in his heart was extinguished for no reason. He felt that this farce was extremely childish, so naturally he had no intention of getting off the car to find trouble with Jian Zhesheng.

"Forget it." That's why, after listening to Jiang Yiyu's words, he smiled and shook his head, saying, "I'm too lazy to get angry with these bastards anymore."

After a pause, he added, "But I still have to ask them to compensate for my car. Damn, that's a new car that the company bought less than half a month ago, just to show off."

Hearing him say this, the two people in front couldn't help laughing. After laughing, Jiang Yiyu said, "Don't worry, although Jian Zhesheng is a bastard who doesn't know what he is talking about, his father Jian Yuzhen is a cautious person. After what happened tonight, he will definitely make compensation."

An Rusong nodded without commenting. In fact, he didn't really care about such a car, he just couldn't swallow this breath for nothing. The car was scratched, he could not teach those bastards a lesson himself, but the other party had to compensate him for the car. This was not only a matter of money, but also a matter of principle and face.

(End of this chapter)