Seoul Gimpo International Airport.

Because of the biggest rain this year, Gimpo International Airport cancelled some flights for safety reasons. However, several flights are still in operation. However, these flights are short-distance flights, most of which are domestic flights.

At this time, a plane from Busan to Seoul slowly landed on the airport runway. After a while, passengers walked out of the cabin door one after another.

At the airport, there were a group of people waiting. These people were all wearing suits and tie, looking very stylish. A group of people were just waiting.

And when a young man appeared at the airport, the group of people all met. The leader was a middle-aged man, who looked at the young man and smiled: "Qing Mo! Long time no see!"

The young man pulled his simple luggage, looked at the people in front of him, and muttered: "What a bad bad weather!"

"Well, this rain is indeed a bit out of place." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "But it's really great that you're here. Everyone has a backbone."

"The weather is not good, but I am in a good mood." The young man had long hair and even looked a little delicate. He looked at the rainy day outside the window and said quietly: "Seoul, my hometown. At least before I messed up, I, Li Qingmo, have gone home!"

Li Qingmo enjoyed the air in Seoul, and then frowned: "It seems that in Busan, I have been treated like a local bun in the past few years. I suddenly felt so disgusting when I smelled the air in Seoul. Uncle He, are you used to it?"

The middle-aged man named Uncle He smiled: "It should be your psychological effect!"

"It makes sense. Maybe it's because I think of being in the same city with those guys, so it makes me feel extremely disgusting!" Li Qingmo laughed and said, "Let's go, tell me about the matter on the way. It just so happens that I want to visit someone."

Then a group of people followed Li Qingmo out of the airport, and there were many cars waiting outside the airport. The group got into the car. The car started and drove toward a place in Seoul.

In the car, Li Qingmo and Uncle He sat side by side. Li Qingmo was drowsy and yawned. Then he asked, "I'm here this time, and the old guys should have received the news. Didn't there any reaction?"

Uncle He replied: "No, it's very quiet. It may be that our news is not well-informed. It may be that the incident when you came to Seoul this time was too sudden and they didn't expect it at all. So I haven't seen what the situation is yet."

"Well, it should be the latter." Li Qingmo smiled self-deprecatingly: "I guess they thought my temper would never go back to Seoul in their entire lives. Hahaha! Stop talking about them, even I feel so."

Uncle He lowered his head and responded, but did not say anything.

"What's going on here in Seoul? You should have already investigated it, right?" Li Qingmo continued to ask.

Uncle He nodded: "Yes. There is a little gap with what we estimate. Now, according to our understanding, there are nearly 200 small organizations in Seoul now."

"Two hundred? So many?" Li Qingmo asked.

"That's right. These two hundred are not all specializing in underground businesses. Most of them have been whitewashed. But because of this background, they are calculated. Moreover, some of these small organizations may look like five or six people. They are not individuals, but also have their own interconnectedness. In general, the division of power in Seoul has long been saturated, and these small and large organizations have almost been divided into four factions."

"Oh, this is almost the same. If there were so many, I wouldn't be too lazy to do it one by one." Li Qingmo raised his head and asked, "Let's keep talking. What's going on with the four factions?"

"Because of the oppression and survival pressure of the police in recent years, many organizations can no longer support it. Some simply turned white and became serious companies. Some dissolved or stayed in prison. The rest are all weak. Seoul is the most powerful place, but the small organizations are completely unable to eat. So over the years, a basement has gradually formed. In general, it is divided into four parts."

Uncle He said, taking out a map of Seoul from the side: "With the Han River as the boundary, more than a dozen districts in Seoul can be roughly divided into four large areas: Gangnam, Gangbei, Gangxi and Gangdong."

Li Qingmo looked at the map and asked, "What are they?"

Uncle He replied: "Most of the forces north of the Han River, including Luyuan, Daofeng, Dongdaemen and Chengbei are controlled by the Dahan Hotel."

"Dahan Hotel?" Li Qingmo was used to being lazy and didn't know these things. He asked, "Tell me slowly. I haven't been to Seoul for nearly ten years, and I don't know any of these things. But it's ridiculous that the entire Hanjiang Gangbei is controlled by a hotel, right?"

"No. This is just a name, and the main business is not a hotel, but a loan shark and gambling. The people composed are all locals in Seoul, very xenophobic, so they are called Dahan Hotel. In fact, they are all human-made restaurants in private. Because they all rely on dirty means to squeeze other people's money to live."

"Haha, these self-righteous Seouls." Li Qingmo smiled disdainfully: "It's hard to understand where does Seouls in South Korea come from? The discrimination between Seouls and foreigners is even greater than that of Koreans and foreigners!"

"Well, this is indeed the case." Uncle He said: "Since the purge activity a few years ago, everyone has been much lower-key. At that time, the entire force was blank, so there were a lot of conflicts in the secret. As a result, Seoul locals formed a group, and foreigners and some foreigners formed a group, which was indeed a bit sad."

"Well, the Seoul gang is in Gangbek, Dahan Hotel. So does the gang of foreigners and foreigners still exist now?" Li Qingmo asked.

"It exists to the west of the Han River, across the Han River, Mapo and Yongdeng Districts are the main gathering places." Uncle He took out a notebook from his pocket and looked at it: "We are more familiar with this force, because after we came to Seoul, we only have contacted this force."

"What's the name? The Countryside League? Or the Countryside Association?" Li Qingmo asked curiously.

"It's not that bad, it's called the Foreigners Alliance. Because the main components are not natives in Seoul, or even Koreans, it's called this name. The Foreigners Alliance and the Korean Hotel are hostile. At the beginning, the Korean Hotel was the upper hand. Later, a group of smuggled Vietnamese formed the Vietnam Gang, which was very fierce. The Foreigners Alliance absorbed the Vietnam Gang, and since then it turned into the Foreigners Alliance to suppress the Korean Hotel."

"No wonder! We are considered strangers in foreign lands!" Li Qingmo nodded and said, "Continue, there are two more districts!"

"East from the Han River, Yes, this force is relatively simple. They are mainly younger generations and have not had a very deep relationship. The former was the famous Speeding Party in Seoul. Later, the boss was arrested and sentenced to life. Then the entire organization collapsed. However, it was organized later, and now it is called an underground garage. It mainly uses methods such as gambling cars and usury to make profits. This force is not too strong, but it mainly focuses on profits."

"Underground garage? It's interesting." Li Qingmo nodded, and then said, "When it comes to these three places, all are average. The most important thing in Seoul is Gangnam! Are you talking about Gangnam at the end to cheer up my appetite?"
Chapter completed!