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

Blackmail S.. M, the entire local entertainment industry, even the notorious Disptach Society, has to be weighed a little bit to do such a thing.

And he, a third-rate tabloid, has some newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers.

"Then you're really bold......

As soon as I turned around, I saw a man grinning at him with big white teeth, so he instinctively backed away with the camera.

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

The man rolled up his sleeve, revealing a terrifying scar, and the impact caused the paparazzi to fall into a state of distraction on the spot.

"No...."

The paparazzi looked around, there was a huge flow of people here, as long as he shouted, he would definitely alarm the nearby security, and just wanted to open his mouth to refuse, he felt that his stomach was hit by something.

When he looked down, his eyes suddenly cracked, it was a dagger, and the sharp tip of the knife was rubbing back and forth on his stomach, the technique was very gentle, and there was a cool feeling.

"Brother, it's not easy for everyone to come out to make money and live, it's just that they candid.... This way,I think it's better for us to come.,I'm very interested in the combination of those three forked eggs.,I don't know if you can give me this camera.,If you're in trouble in the future.,Report the name of the second king in my Qingliangli.。 ”

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

"It turns out .... You are... That Wang Er in the Coolness..."

The paparazzi squeezed out an ugly smile, his profession is mixed at the bottom of this circle, and the most dealings with him are nothing more than entertainers and blacksters.

He didn't think about Wang Er's reputation for a while, and people on the road would always give themselves a terrible name, just like in the HK gangster films in the eighties and nineties of the last century.

But in Qingliang, he knew that it was simply the last criminal paradise in Seoul, except for Busan, where most of the chaos was concentrated.

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

"Hey~~ It's under that, so that we... For a quieter... How about a little bit of in-depth communication?"

"Poof.. Puff..."

The paparazzi almost sat on the ground trembling, and a pungent smell came to his face, and he was scared out of the other party's momentum.

"West Eight...... What a useless thing. ”

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

Shocked the nearby tourists turned their heads and pretended that nothing had happened.

Inside the underground car park outside the airport.

"Perhaps, is it President Song Jifan?, I'm Wang Er, and it was Li Gongzi who explained to me, yes, I just found something, please take the trouble to hand it over to Director Li Xiuman for me, okay...."

Hanging up the phone, Wang Dan leaned on a van and smoked, and could vaguely feel the slight shaking of the car behind him, as well as a faint wail.

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

After a twenty minutes, the shaking car suddenly quieted down, and two strong men in the car bent down respectfully at Wang Dan, "Second master, it's done, what should the two of them 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 useless, find a place to throw him on the side of the road, and find everything he can grab 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 ruffians would do.

The real gangsters disdain to do this kind of business.

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

"You think... Is he really not waking up? He doesn't want to wake up, artists can fall asleep quickly within three seconds, and they can wake up quickly within three seconds, which is the most basic skill that artists must master.

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

Wang Dan lightly spit out his eyes, 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 rice bowl of the dead dog, and there must be a lot of good things in it." ”

"yes, where next?"

"The soldiers are divided into two ways, call a few brothers to go to the D company, spend money to buy EXO's black material, well, by the way, I also bought T-ara's, but it's not black material, but evidence of whitewashing, this is what Li Gongzi specially explained to give to Brother Jiu.

Regarding the price, there is no need to bargain, remember that the more fierce the material, the better, and it is best to turn this circle upside down in the recent period.

On the other hand, leave a few people behind and follow me to Imperial Entertainment to meet President Song Ki-beom. ”

"Yes~~~"

Sitting back in the car, Wang Dan threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, looked back at the paparazzi who had a blue nose and swollen face, and a touch of mockery flashed in his eyes.

Although the underworld can't see the light, at least everything is bought by life, paparazzi, this kind of secretly photographing and selling the privacy of public figures, in their eyes, they are not as good as themselves, at least they still have rules for doing things.

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

"It's hard work, let's meet at Imperial 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, it happened earlier than we expected." ”

"Kris left?"

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

"I've been sitting for too long, and my waist is a little uncomfortable. ”

Song Ki-beom stepped forward and followed behind Li Xiuman with his hands behind his back, "No, the toilet in the airport was kidnapped by Wang Danxi's people, and the text message they sent me over there said that they plan to bring Kris back to Qingliangli temporarily." ”

Wang Dan...... enmmmm, I heard it's Chinese?"

Li Xiuman chanted Wang Dan's name in stiff Huaxia language, and the lenses on his eyes were shiny.

"Yes, I was originally a middle-level boss under Lee Kang-hwan Xi in Busan, but I retired for some reasons, and now I run several nightclubs and hotels in Cheongtam-dong, Seocho-gu, and Cheongdam-dong.

Although there are many people who are very repulsive to his bloodline, the evaluation of Wang Dan is surprisingly unified, oh, the one 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, and his whole face was sad and joyless, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"This Wang Dan...... Can you trust it?"