The paparazzi excitedly held the camera in his hand, as if he saw Lee Soo Man sitting in front of him and giving him banknotes.

Blackmailing S..M, the entire local entertainment industry, even the notorious Disptach club, should think twice before doing such a thing.

But he, who comes from a third-rate tabloid newspaper, is not afraid of tigers.

"Then you are really brave..."

But, I always felt that something was wrong? As soon as I turned around, I saw a man grinning at him with big white teeth, so I instinctively backed away to protect the camera.

"Brother, rob, hand over the camera in your hand."

The man rolled up his sleeve, revealing a terrifying scar. This shock made the paparazzi fall into a daze on the spot.

"No...."

The paparazzi looked around. There was a huge flow of people here. As long as he shouted, he would definitely alert the nearby security. Just when he was about to say no, he felt something pressed against his stomach.

When he lowered his head and looked at it, his eyes were split open. It was a dagger, and the sharp blade was rubbing back and forth on his stomach. The technique was very gentle and felt a little cool.

"Brother, it's not easy for everyone to make money and make a living. But, secretly filming... In this way, I think it's better for us to do it. I'm very interested in the combination of those three forked eggs. I wonder if you can put it together.

This camera was given to me. If you encounter any trouble in the future, please tell me the name of Qingliangli Wang Er."

The man's tone was very gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, but paired with the dagger, his smile was like a demon seeking life.

"It turns out...you are...that prince in Qingliang..."

The paparazzi forced out an ugly smile. His profession was at the bottom of this circle, and the people he interacted with the most were artists and gangsters.

He didn't think of Wang Er's reputation for a while, and people on the road would always give themselves awesome names, just like in the HK gangster movies of the 1980s and 1990s.

But he knew that Qingliangli was the last criminal paradise in Seoul, and most of the gangsters except Busan were concentrated there.

There is no "good person" who comes out of there.

"Hehe~~ I'm here, how about we... change to a quieter place and have an in-depth communication?"

"Puff...Puff..."

The paparazzi was so trembling that he almost sat on the ground. A pungent smell hit his face, and he was so frightened by the opponent's aura that he peed.

"Xiba...what a useless thing."

Seeing that the other person's crotch was soaked, Wang Er frowned, raised his arm, grabbed the other person's clothes and pulled him towards the outside of the airport, like dragging a dead dog.

The tourists nearby turned their heads away in shock, pretending that nothing had happened.

In the underground parking lot outside the airport.

"Perhaps, is this President Song Ki-beom? I am Wang Er, Mr. Li told me about it. Yes, I just found something. Please give it to Director Li Xiuman for me. Okay..."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Dan leaned against a van and smoked a cigarette. He could vaguely feel the slight shaking of the car behind him, as well as a faint whine.

"Help...I'll give it, I'll give it to you..."

After ten or twenty minutes, the swaying car suddenly became quiet. Two strong men stepped out of the car and bowed respectfully towards Wang Dan. "Second Master, it's done. What should we do with them?"

Since the movable space in the car was too small, both of them secreted a lot of sweat on their heads.

"This dead dog is of no use anymore. Find a place to throw it on the side of the road. Search for everything you can and throw it away."

Wang Dan explained the fate of the paparazzi in one sentence. As for robbery, in his opinion, it was something that only the lowest level of gangsters would do.

Real gangsters disdain this kind of business.

"Guess...then what should Kris do? There is such a big noise in the car, and this kid hasn't woken up yet. Hey, he can really sleep."

"Do you think... he really didn't wake up? He didn't want to wake up. An artist can fall asleep quickly within three seconds and wake up quickly within three seconds. This is the most basic thing that an artist must master.

Skill.

However, since he doesn’t want to wake up, then don’t let him wake up, tie him up for me, throw away all the communication equipment on him, and take him back to Qingliangli headquarters first, and wait for Mr. Li to deal with it.”

Wang Dan spat out his eyes lightly and handed the camera in his hand to his subordinates. "By the way, find a way to develop all the photos inside. After all, it is the job of that dead dog. There must be a lot of good things in it."

"Yes, where to go next?"

"The troops were divided into two groups and asked a few brothers to go to D agency and spend money to buy dirt on EXO. Well, I also bought T-ara's stuff by the way. But it's not dirt, but evidence of cleansing. This is Li

The young master specially promised to give it to Brother Ninth.

Regarding the price, there is no need to haggle. Remember, the more powerful the material, the better. It is best to turn this circle upside down in the recent period.

On the other way, leave a few people behind and follow me to Empire Entertainment to meet President Song Ki-beom."

"Yes~~~"

After sitting back in the car, Wang Dan threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and looked back at the paparazzi, who was already bruised and swollen, with a flash of ridicule in his eyes.

Although the underworld is not visible to the public, at least everything is gained by life. In their eyes, paparazzi, who rely on secretly photographing and selling the privacy of public figures, are not as good as themselves. At least they still have rules in doing things.

The two cars began to slowly drive out of the airport's underground parking lot towards the ground.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's meet at Empire Entertainment and talk about it."

S...M, Li Xiuman's office, Song Jifan hung up the phone in his hand and said respectfully to Li Xiuman who was smoking in front of him, "Director, things happened earlier than we expected."

"Kris left?"

Li Xiuman put out the cigarette in his hand and stood up from the sofa while holding his waist.

"After sitting for too long, my waist is a little uncomfortable."

Song Ki-bum stepped forward and followed Lee Soo-man with his hands behind his back, "No, Wang Dani's people were kidnapped from the toilet in the airport. They sent me a text message saying that they planned to take Kris back to Qingliangli temporarily."

"Wang Dan...enmmmm, I heard he is of Chinese descent?"

Li Xiuman muttered Wang Dan's name in blunt Chinese, the lenses in her eyes shining brightly.

"Yes, he was originally a middle-level leader under Lee Kang-hwani in Busan. He later retired for some reasons and now runs several nightclub and hotel businesses in Cheongnyangri, Seocho District, and Cheongdam-dong.

Although many people are very repelled by his bloodline, their evaluation of Wang Dan is surprisingly unanimous, and oh, the guy from the New Village Sect also maintains a good friendship with him."

Li Xiuman listened quietly to Song Jibeom's dictation of Wang Dan's face. His whole face was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!