My girlfriend is an idol

The paparazzi excitedly shook the camera in his hand, as if he saw Li Xiuman sitting in front of him and giving him money.

Blackmail S..M. The entire local entertainment industry, even the infamous Disptach, does such a thing with a little weight.

But he was from a third-rate small newspaper, but some newborn calves were not afraid of tigers.

"Then you are really brave..."

But, do you always feel that something is wrong?As soon as he turned his head, he saw a man grinning at him with a big white tooth, and he instinctively backed away while guarding the camera.

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

The man rolled up his sleeves, revealing a scary scar on it, and this shock made the paparazzi fall into a loss on the spot.

"Do not...."

The paparazzi looked around. There was a huge flow of people here. As long as he shouted, he would definitely alarm the nearby security guards. When he wanted to refuse, he felt that his stomach was hit by something.

When he lowered his head, his eyes were suddenly cracked. It was a dagger, and the pointed blade was rubbing back and forth on his stomach, the technique was very gentle, and it felt a little cool.

"Brother, it’s not easy for everyone to come out to make money and live a life. It’s just that they can’t make money. I think it’s better to let us come in this way. I’m very interested in the combination of those three or something. I don’t know if you can use it. This camera was given to me, and if I get into trouble in the future, please tell me the name of Wang Er in Qingliangli."

The man's tone is very gentle, giving people a feeling of spring breeze, but with that dagger, his smile is like a life-demanding demon.

"So... you are... the second king in Qingliang..."

The paparazzi squeezed out an ugly smile. His profession is at the bottom of the circle. The people who have dealt with the most are entertainers and gangsters.

Wang Er's reputation will not be remembered for a while, and people on the road will always give himself a name that is awesome, just like in the HK gangster movies of the 1980s and 1990s.

But he knew it in Cheongnyangri, it was the last crime paradise in Seoul. Except for Busan, most of the gangsters were concentrated there.

From there, there is no "good person".

"Hey~~ It's right here, so, let's...change to a quiet...a little place to have a deeper exchange, how about?"

"Puff...Puff..."

The paparazzi almost sat on the ground tremblingly, a pungent odor rushed to his face, and he was frightened out of poop because of the other's momentum.

"Xi Ba... really a useless thing."

Seeing the other party's crotch soaked, Wang Er frowned, raised his arm and grabbed the other party's clothes and pulled him to the outside of the airport, like a dead dog.

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

In the underground parking lot outside the airport.

"Perhaps, may I ask if it is President Song Kibeom? Now, I am Wang Er, and it was Li Gongzi who confessed to me. Yes, I just found something, please give it to Director Li Xiuman, please..."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Dan was leaning on a van and smoking a cigarette. He could still vaguely feel the slight shaking of the car behind him and a faint howling.

"Help...I give it, I give you..."

After ten or twenty minutes passed, the swaying car suddenly became quiet. Two strong men walked down from the car and bowed down respectfully at Wang Dan. "Second master, it's done, what should they do?"

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

"This dead dog is no longer useful. Find a place to throw him on the side of the road. All the things you can grab are found and thrown away."

Wang Dan explained the destiny of that paparazzi in one sentence. As for robbery, in his opinion, it is something that the lowest level ruffian would do.

Real gangsters disdain to do this kind of business.

"Neh...what about that Kris, there is such a big movement in the car, this kid hasn't waken up until now, hey, he can really sleep."

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

However, since he doesn't want to wake up, don't let him wake up, tie it up to me, throw away all the communication equipment on his body, take it back to the headquarters in Qingliangli, and wait for Li Gongzi to deal with it."

Wang Dan faintly spit out eye circles, and handed the camera in his hand to his subordinates, "By the way, find a way to wash out all the photos inside. After all, it is the job of the dead dog. There must be a lot of good things in it."

"Yes, where to go next?"

"The soldiers were divided into two groups. They asked a few brothers to go to the D company to spend money to buy EXO's black material, um, by the way, I also bought T-ara, but it is not black material, but evidence of whitewashing. This is Li The son specially confessed to give it to Brother Nine.

Regarding the price, there is no need to bargain. Remember that the fiercer the material, the better. It is best to disrupt this circle in the recent period.

On the other side, leave a few people behind and follow me to Imperial Entertainment to meet with President Song Kibeum."

"Yes~~~"

Sitting back in the car, Wang Dan threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and glanced back at the already blue and swollen paparazzi, a flash of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Although the underworld can't be seen, it is at least everything in exchange for life, paparazzi, this kind of secretly photographing and selling the privacy of public figures, in their eyes, is not as good as themselves, at least they still have rules in their affairs.

The two cars started to drive out from the underground parking lot of the airport slowly towards the ground.

"Thank you, let's talk about it when we meet at Empire Entertainment."

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

"Kris left?"

Li Xiuman pinched out the cigarette in his hand and got up from the sofa with his waist.

"Sitting for too long, my waist feels a little uncomfortable."

Song Jifan stepped forward and followed Li Xiuman with his hands on his back. "No, the toilet in the airport was kidnapped by Wang Danxi's people. The text message sent to me said they plan to bring Kris back to Qingliang temporarily."

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

Li Xiuman muttered Wang Dan's name in a blunt Chinese language, and the glasses on her eyes were bright.

"Yes, it was originally a middle-level boss under Li Kanghuanxi in Busan, but he retired for some reason. Now he runs several nightclubs and hotels in Cheongnyangni, Seocho District, and Cheongdam-dong.

Although many people are very repulsive of his pedigree, their evaluation of Wang Dan is surprisingly unified. Oh, the person from the Xincun faction also maintains a good friendship with him."

Li Xiuman quietly listened to Song Jifan's dictation of Wang Dan's face, his entire face was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"This Wang Dan...is it trustworthy?"