Chapter 2

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Lee Seung-gi, looking at the value of the car displayed on the phone held by the man in front of him, broke out in a cold sweat even in the sub-zero temperatures of Seoul's streets. The biting cold wind outside could not extinguish the terror in Lee Seung-gi's heart. Yes, it was terror, because after hearing the 'value,' he had specifically checked the body of the car, which was worth a fortune. The obvious dents on the car body were heart-wrenching, and the scratched paint made Lee Seung-gi's heart bleed.

A preliminary estimate of the repair costs would have been enough to buy a luxury car on par with a Ferrari. He had even boldly said he would replace the car for this man? Yes, could he afford it? It was 100 billion won. Even in the game, 100 billion coins were unrealistic, let alone in real life. Although Lee Seung-gi had earned a lot of money in recent years and his family could be considered well-off with a few billion in savings, could someone who could afford this car have a simple background?

At this moment, the 'young master' sitting in the sports car was smoking, watching the man with a hat and mask with interest. People dressed like this often appeared in the entertainment sections of the media. He took a puff of his cigarette and blew it toward the man with the hat and mask, a smile on his lips, a dimple showing, and asked in a very arrogant tone, "Are you an entertainer? You have such a big mouth, saying you'll replace my car? OK, then this car is yours now. You have one month to get me a new car, remember, I want a brand new one."

Just as the 'young master' finished speaking arrogantly, Lee Seung-gi hadn't even had time to respond when the high beams from the car behind him shone in his face. Lee Seung-gi raised his hand to block the blinding light. As the light approached, a convoy of imported luxury cars drove up, and the business cars following behind stopped early. A tall man in a suit got out of the car and ran over, grabbing Lee Seung-gi and pinning him to the ground with a wrist lock, making his face come into intimate contact with the ground.

YoonA, who was in the SUV, cried out, "Ah~~" and started to search for her phone to call the police. But before she could even find her phone, three men had surrounded her. YoonA, frightened and at a loss, locked the car doors. However, the man in black walked to the driver's side and shattered the window with an elbow, then coldly said to YoonA, "Please get out of the car."

Just as the man grabbed YoonA, a middle-aged uncle got out of the Bentley, holding a black umbrella, and walked to the young man. "Young master, are you okay?"

The young master threw away his cigarette butt and lit another one, taking a puff before saying indifferently, "I'm fine, let him go. He's screaming like a pig being slaughtered."

Indeed, after being pinned to the ground, Lee Seung-gi had resisted for a moment before giving up. When he struggled, the man holding him down pressed harder, causing his face to rub against the ground. Fortunately, the rain provided some cushioning, or he would have been disfigured. Unable to resist physically, he resorted to shouting, "Hey, let me go, let me go while I'm still talking nicely..." But the man in black holding him down was unmoved.

At the young master's command, the middle-aged uncle nodded to the man holding Lee Seung-gi, and the man let him up.

Lee Seung-gi stood up, his hat having fallen off. He angrily pointed at the culprit in the car, "You~~ Ah~~!!" A scream of pain, as his hand was cruelly broken by a man in black the moment he pointed at the young master.

Lee Seung-gi, in pain, clutched his hand and crouched on the ground, screaming. The middle-aged uncle sneered, "Huh, you think you can point at our young master? Cut off his finger." The man in black mechanically replied, "Yes!"

"Wait, why so bloody? We need to reason. If we can't reason, we'll throw him into the East Sea to feed the sharks. Take off his mask, I want to see who has such a big mouth." The young master's voice was like a demon, making YoonA, who was being escorted over, feel a chill down her spine, as she thought she had encountered the mafia.

At this moment, she didn't know what to do. She couldn't run, and she had no phone to call the police. She had never begged the heavens so much, hoping that another car would pass by and see what was happening.

Lee Seung-gi, crouched on the ground, had his mask removed and his chin lifted to show his face to the young master. "Oh, I thought it was someone else, it's Lee Seung-gi, right? The Lee Seung-gi from '2 Days 1 Night.' Hahaha... interesting. Hey, isn't that Girls' Generation? Miss YoonA, can I have your autograph? I really like Girls' Generation. Let Miss YoonA go, Uncle, and give her your coat."

The middle-aged uncle, following the young master's instructions, draped his coat over YoonA, who could only passively accept it. However, her brows were furrowed, and she looked at the young man in front of her with anger.

At this moment, the sound of a police siren reached YoonA and Lee Seung-gi's ears. For the first time, they felt this sound was so beautiful. They sighed in relief, thinking they were saved. The police car drove up and asked, "What are you doing?"

The middle-aged uncle took out his phone and made a call, then walked to the police and handed them the phone. The police car then drove away as if nothing had happened. The departure of the police car made YoonA and Lee Seung-gi's hearts sink into the depths of despair. It was over!!

At this moment, the young master lit his third cigarette, and the middle-aged uncle said, "Young master, smoke less."

"Are you nagging? Ah... boring, I'm tired, I'm going home to sleep." The young master got out of the sports car, not even glancing at Lee Seung-gi crouched on the ground, and walked straight to the convoy behind. At this moment, three men in black brought over two more people, "Mr. Lee, we found two reporters."

The middle-aged uncle waved his hand, took the camera, and checked its contents. The reporters, knowing they couldn't provoke these people, obediently kept quiet. The young master, who had just gotten out of the car, came back, "Let me see what's in the camera."

The uncle handed the camera to the young master, who looked through its contents with interest. "Wow, impressive, photos of YoonA and Lee Seung-gi going out together. Nice, suitable for the front page of 2014. Here, take it back. And tell everyone that Lee Seung-gi damaged my beloved 'Aston Martin One-77' worth 100 billion won. You should stand on the side of justice, right? Haha... go on, work hard, and strive every day."

As the reporters scrambled to take their camera and leave, the young master smiled. "Forget it, boring. Uncle, call the insurance company. And have someone take Lee Seung-gi to the hospital and pay the medical bills. As for... Miss YoonA." The young master looked at YoonA, "Uncle, you personally see her home safely."

"Where are you going, young master?"

"Home, to sleep." The young master waved his hand and walked to the back seat of the Bentley. A man in black immediately ran to the driver's seat and drove away from the scene.

After the middle-aged uncle and the men in black bowed to see the young master's car off, he straightened up, called the insurance company, and, looking at the cigarette butt on the ground, sighed deeply before politely saying to YoonA, "Miss YoonA, let's go, I'll take you home."

"Ah~~ No... okay, thank you." YoonA had wanted to refuse, but thinking of the terrifying young master, she had no choice but to accept.

She followed the uncle to the Bentley, and he politely opened the door for her, inviting her to sit inside. Then the uncle walked around to the passenger side and got in.

After getting in, the uncle asked for YoonA's address and instructed the driver to start the car. The car fell into a silence.

YoonA, sitting in the comfortable back seat, watched the raindrops on the window, and the scenes from earlier played back in her mind. Especially when the young master looked up at the sky, feeling the raindrops, the sadness and melancholy in his eyes, and the tear or raindrop that slid down his cheek, shimmering.

Who was he? An angel or a demon? Why was he so sad?

While YoonA was thinking about who he was, the young master was also sitting in the back seat, watching the raindrops slide down the window.

"Yes, she is YoonA from Girls' Generation, and the news of her and Lee Seung-gi's relationship was exposed by the media on January 1, 2014. Then came Choi Soo-young..." The young master looked out the window, his thoughts drifting to another time and place.

There, he was just a child from an ordinary family, with no Aston Martin, only a dilapidated Santana 2000 that had been passed down through many hands. He was born on February 6, 1987, was 183 cm tall, and his name was Lee Woo-ho, an ordinary worker with no particular hobbies, except for following Korean entertainment news during his free time. He paid attention to who released new songs, who starred in movies and dramas, who was dating whom, who went on what variety shows, and so on. One could say he was a hardcore K-pop fan, captivated by the long-legged Korean girls.

In more professional terms, he was a 'face meat fan,' with no fixed favorite group or individual, but rather someone who paid more attention to those who were beautiful or had good figures. Such a person was broad-minded, knew many celebrities, and was well-informed about news. As for why he was here...

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