"Are you alright?" Li Zhi'an's heart was panicked and embarrassed.

"What do you say?"

The boy's clear eyes reflected her filth and unbearability.

"I ...... I'll take you to the hospital. ”

"Hospital?"

Jun Watanabe frowned.

Now he can't go to the hospital, those people must be looking for him everywhere, and if he is caught, he will definitely die.

"I'll help you get into the car. Li Zhi'an carefully took the man's arm and carried it on her tiny shoulder.

"You're so heavy. ”

"There's no way, it's such a figure when you dress thin and strip off to show your flesh, but then again, that guy is your boyfriend?"

"What's wrong?"

"He's not a good guy. ”

"How do you know he's not a good person, someone graduated from Seoul University, really!"

"Did you just discuss how to escape in the car, leaving me to kill myself?"

......

"You...... See?"

"Well, it's good that you didn't. ”

"What's wrong?"

Just as he was puzzled, he stuffed a cold object into his hand.

She saw it, it was a pistol, and the heavy, cold touch told her that it was definitely not a toy.

Who was he? Why did he have a gun? And why did he put it in her hand?

A moment of time seems to have passed by a white horse, and years later, Li Zhian can't forget the thrilling encounter and picture at this time.

with a lifetime of guilt.

Zhang Jihe scolded and got out of the driver's seat, went around to the other end to help Li Zhian help the injured man into the car, but he just appeared.

Li Zhi'an held a pistol and pointed it at him.

Jun Watanabe opened the safety and pulled Lee Ji-an's finger against the trigger.

Her body was shaking.

But Jun Watanabe did not hesitate.

There was a "bang" explosion, and Zhang Jihe had already eaten a bullet in his abdomen.

"Li Zhi'an, what are you doing......"

After being shot, Zhang Jihe was no longer able to support his body, and he slid off the car with wide frightened eyes.

"Li Zhi'an, right, move your boyfriend to the car, now, right away!"

Jun Watanabe pulled the pistol out of the stunned woman's hand, and then came to Jang Ki-ha's side.

"What are you doing? Do you want to watch him die of blood loss?"

"Why?" Li Zhi'an was puzzled, why did he shoot? Why did he kill people?

Didn't you tell him that you would take him to the hospital for treatment?

Who the hell is he, and why does he have a gun with him?

But Jun Watanabe didn't give her any explanation, and the two worked together very smoothly to stuff Jang Ki-ha into the back seat.

Although his mind was flustered as if he had entered water, Li Zhi'an still got into the driver's seat quickly, and just fired, he saw that the black pistol was already pointed at her, and the cold and hard barrel was against her ribs, stabbing painfully.

"What are you doing?"

"You're living alone, aren't you? Go back to your house, hurry up!"

"Aren't we going to the hospital?"

Li Zhi'an was dumbfounded.

"Why go to the hospital?"

"Kihe will die!"

"If you don't do what I tell you now, you'll die. ”

"You're not human!"

"Are you human? If you hit someone, you don't think about how to treat the injured, but you want to escape, isn't that murder?"

"I don't want to argue with you, but Kihe Oba has already fainted, if he doesn't go to the hospital again, he will die, you can shoot if you have the ability!"

Li Zhi'an was about to step on the accelerator, but in the narrow space, there was another rapid gunshot.

She felt a bee sting in her thigh, and soon the pain spread.

"I still have 10 bullets, Li Zhi'an, if you don't want to be beaten into a sieve by me, if you don't want your head to become tofu scum, drive the car home and be obedient!"

"You murderer, devil, scum!" Li Zhi'an's reason was close to collapse, and the threat of death weighed heavily on his heart like a shadow.

"What about Kihe? Do you want me to watch him die?"

"Of course, you can also choose to die with him!"

"Why?"

"I don't have to explain it to you, your life is in my hands now, obediently obedient, or I will let you live. ”

Li Zhian looked at the bullet hole in his thigh, and he was bleeding bright red blood.

"Am I going to die?"

"No, I deliberately avoided the aortic arteries and went home to dig out the bullets. ”

Li Zhi'an didn't speak again, trembling and turning the car around at the entrance of the alley and driving back.

Luxury modern three-storey single-family apartment near Hangang Park.

After driving the car into the garage on the first floor, watching the garage shutter fall little by little, Li Zhian's heart sank little by little.

Now her freedom, dignity, and life are completely in the hands of this strange man.

As for her boyfriend Jang Ki-ha...... She had no time to care, and the blood had stained her entire thigh.

"How old are you?"

"22 years old. ”

"Living alone? Can you afford such a river-view house at such a young age? A three-story bungalow with its own garage is really good!

"It's not. ”

"Then where did you get the money? Could it be that you are a young lady? Do you make so much money doing this in Korea? Sure enough, you have one leg and a lot of money!"

"You're the one who does that, I'm a singer, I'm a star, what's it to buy a better house? These are all things that I have worked hard for, unlike you......"

"What's wrong with me?"

"You kill"!

"This is originally a society of individual cannibalism? If you bump into me and want to leave me behind, isn't it innocent to die? I am now leaving you a small life, which is already a great mercy!"

"The legal net is restored and negligent but not leaky, good is rewarded with good and evil is rewarded, it's not that the time has not come, justice may be late, but it will never be absent, you go and turn yourself in, or you can exchange it for a way out!"

As she said this, there seemed to be a glimmer of light on her delicate little face.

I can't see some angles, but she's still quite attractive.

Jun Watanabe didn't bother to argue with her, but he was curious to hear that she was a singer.

"I know about Girls' Generation, but I haven't heard of a singer named Li Zhi'an, is there a person like you in South Korea? Third-rate singer, it's not famous, and you usually rely on some unspoken rules, right? I understand, your Korean entertainment industry is smoky, but it's quite developed in this regard, the one who committed suicide by the unspoken rules, her experience is really sympathetic and indignant, but the law can't give the wicked the punishment they deserve!"

"I'm IU, and it's okay to insult me, please don't insult Korea!"

She said that she is IU, the No. 1 solo female singer of the new generation in Korea.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize it for a while, your photos are all P, the real person is much uglier than the advertisement, don't say I really don't know you're IU, is Li Zhi'an your real name?

"You ———"

Li Zhi'an rolled his eyes, not knowing whether he was angry or bleeding too much on his legs, and he had already fainted.

Jun Watanabe suddenly remembered that Lee Ji-an's sentence "I can insult me, but please don't insult Korea" and Atsuko Maeda's "Even if you hate me, please don't hate AKB" has the same effect.

People who can say such things are usually good people.

However, the Korean female artist died too miserably.

So far, South Korean law has not been able to give her justice.

Is such a corrupt and dark country worthy of your little star to defend?

Oh, by the way, being able to buy such an apartment by the Han River should not belong to the category of little stars.