The dim street lamps pulled Park Jung-hyuk's shadow more and more into the silence of this night.

In such a situation, the ringing of the telephone is extremely harsh, piercing the eardrum.

Park Jung-hyuk unconsciously answered the phone and found out who the caller was.

It was a simple and sensitive voice, but the tone was extremely sincere.

"PD Park, thank you so much today. If you hadn't stepped up, I wouldn't know what I would have done. When you're free, let's have a drink, shall we? ”

It was Jung Hyung-don, because Park Jung-hyuk helped him speak today, so he specially thanked him.

This is finally a heart-warming thing, which makes Park Jung-hyuk's mood a lot easier. "It's okay, Mr. Jung Hyung-don, I just did what I had to do. In the future, there will be a long opportunity for cooperation, and some of them will have time to drink. ”

Zheng Hengdun is very nonsensical and funny in the show, but he is very afraid of life in real life.

The two have met countless times in the program group before, but they have said very little.

Park Jung-hyuk has the heart to get to know these artists and enhance their relationship with each other.

But after I really threw myself into this job, I realized that it was not an easy task.

Producers and artists belong to two completely opposite sides of the same show.

Except for the show itself, there is actually no common language and intersection between the two sides.

To put it bluntly, we're just working together.

How many people would treat their colleagues as confidants and friends?

After trying a few times without any effect, Park Jung-hyuk slowly straightened his position and truly regarded himself as a maker.

Unexpectedly, once the road was uneven, he unexpectedly gained Zheng Hengdun's friendship.

Hanging up the phone, he walked much brisker.

The residence was already in sight, and the lights in the window of the land heavy alkane could still be seen faintly.

It seems that this guy is also working silently, praying for a successful day.

When he got closer, Park Jung-hyuk finally noticed the anomaly.

Because just downstairs in his residence, there were a few strangers squatting, swallowing clouds and mist.

At the same time, these people were still looking around, as if waiting for someone.

Park Jung-hyuk had an advantage after being reborn, that is, his memory was greatly enhanced.

Just one glance, and he recognized it. One of them was the guy who was at the entrance of the subway station that day, grabbing his hair.

Recognizing the identity of the other party, his heart twitched violently, and horror hit his heart again.

It's clear that these guys are coming for him.

It's been a few months, and I've moved.

These guys were able to find him.

At the same time, those people also found him.

There's no way, there's just one way up here, and there's no shelter around.

He was so big a living person that it was impossible to be invisible.

Seeing him, the fellows slowly stood up, and then fanned around him.

"You can't be caught by them, otherwise life and death are unpredictable." Park Jung-hyuk judged the situation at the first time, did not delay for a moment, turned around and ran.

Those people didn't expect him to be so decisive, and in a stunned moment, he had already run away.

The leader threw the cigarette butt in his hand and shouted, "Xiba, bitch, stop." Come out and stop him for me. ”

As his words fell, many people suddenly popped out of the surrounding alleys, some of them just in front of Park Jung-hyuk.

Several people scolded and pounced, with fangs and claws, and their expressions were hideous.

The other party is outnumbered, and once it is entangled, it will be troublesome.

How could Park Jung-hyuk do what they wished, and threw the backpack in his hand out violently.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of a thug to cover up, he jumped and kicked it, staring right at the stomach of another thug.

He was running from above, and he was already on a high place.

This jump up and kick, full of inertia, no one can withstand this blow.

With a scream, the thug who had been kicked flew backwards and disappeared like a ball down the slope.

Just like that, the people next to him also came up.

One of the thin men put his hands on Park Jung-hyuk's shoulder, but he twisted his body and staggered.

Immediately after that, Park Jung-hyuk reached out and grabbed the man's hair and pressed it down hard.

In my previous life, I was on the street for so long, and I couldn't do anything else, but my ability to fight was not weak.

At least Park Jung-hyuk knows that hair, eyes, and crotch are all key points, and if you have one, you can restrain the other party.

Sure enough, the sharp pain in his scalp forced the thug to lower his head. Waved his hands wildly, but he couldn't catch anything.

It's a pity that this gangster is not alone, he has a lot of accomplices.

Park Jung-hyuk didn't dare to delay him for too long, so he grabbed his hair and pushed him onto another thug, then turned around and continued to run.

All kinds of things crackled in the back, bricks, mobile phones, shoes, hats, etc., abounded.

A group of thugs desperately tried to catch him, while their mouths kept cursing.

"Ah, bitch, if you don't stand still, you'll be dead if you are caught."

Park Jung-hyuk said in his heart that I was stupid, and I would die if I stood still.

Thinking so, I ran a little faster.

This body was the main midfielder of the varsity football team when he was in college, and was responsible for organizing the attack.

It is required to be able to run from your own goal to the opponent's goal, covering the whole field, which is the so-called B2B midfield.

As you can imagine, the running speed and body are quite good.

The gangsters in the back chased after each other, but they were always a little behind, and the distance was still widening.

If they continue to run like this, it will be a matter of time before Park Jung-hyuk breaks away from them.

It's a pity that since everyone has found his residence, it is obvious that the arrangement will not be so simple.

Just when Park Jung-hyuk looked back at the gangsters who were gradually unable to keep up and felt a little proud, there was a whistle next to him, and something was coming towards him.

Instinctively sensing the danger, Park Jung-hyuk quickly raised his hand to block it.

But I heard a click, and a strong dizzying pain came into my mind.

At the same time, his body couldn't withstand the heavy blow, and fell to the side.

His body fell heavily on the road, and cold sweat covered his cheeks.

Only then did he see clearly that a big man in black was walking towards him with a baseball bat.

The man got closer and closer, and his mouth was full of expletives. "A stinky boy like a loach, he can really run. Wait until I break your leg and let you crawl from now on. ”

When he walked in front of Park Jung-hyuk, he raised his stick and wanted to smash it at Park Jung-hyuk's leg.

How could Park Jung-hyuk do what he wanted, retract his right leg and kick it right on his knee.

The man slipped and fell unsteadily.

Park Jung-hyuk sprang to his feet and hit the man's nose headfirst.

He is the forehead, but the other party is the bridge of the nose, and it is clear who is hard and who is soft.

The man screamed like a child, and his face was already covered with blood and snot.

Although he dealt a heavy blow to the other party, Park Jung-hyuk was also injured. And after such a delay, those who were chasing behind had already rushed up.

He had barely stood up when someone jumped up and kicked him in the chest.

Well, the retribution of the present is coming quickly. He rolled down the ramp like a ball.

Tumbling all the way, dizzy all the way.

Park Jung-hyuk's eyes are full of gold, and he can't distinguish between east and west, north and south.

Finally stopping, he trembled and got up from the ground.

Before he could stand firm, he watched in a blur as a dark shadow quickly approached his head.

Then, it was as if his brain had been hit by a car, and it was as if a nuclear weapon had exploded in his head. He completely lost his ability to move and fell limply to the ground.

According to his guess, he must have been hit by a baseball bat.

Before he fell to the ground and fell into a coma, he faintly heard a roar like spring thunder. "Sons of bitch, if you dare to beat my brother, let's all die."

Park Jung-hyuk only saw countless feet dangling in front of his eyes, and then his vision became fading more and more, and finally it went blank.

There was no sense at all.

At this point, he didn't understand, why were the thugs looking for him?

And he was so persevering, looking for months.

Looking at the memories of his predecessors, there are no deeds that have offended the underworld.

A top student at Korea University, a PD of MBC, no matter what he thinks, he can't have anything to do with the gangsters fighting on the streets.

And the last voice, so familiar.

But Park Jung-hyuk is sure that he has never heard of it since he was reborn in South Korea.

I don't know who this person is, is he saving himself?

I don't know if he is in danger in the face of so many gangsters?

I think it hurts, right?

After all, there are so many people on the other side, and no one is a real kung fu master, and they can fight a hundred.

But why did he save himself?

Is there such a righteous and courageous person in this world?

Park Jung-hyuk had a dream in which he was taken to a dimly lit warehouse by the thugs.

Then he was tied to a chair, and the leader pulled out a saw.

Then he walked up to him with a sinister smile on his face and stepped on his bound wrist.

He took the saw and put it on his wrist, and sawed it slowly, and sawed it slowly.

The unforgettable stinging pain is like a steel needle, flowing down the blood vessels into the heart. Park Jung-hyuk screamed wildly, but he couldn't stop the other party's atrocities at all.

The terrifying scene of "Ah............................................................hhhhh

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he hadn't been taken to some warehouse by the thugs.

It was white, and there was a familiar smell of potions.

Well, that's right, this should be a hospital.

Without thinking about checking his surroundings, Park Jung-hyuk's eyes were already attracted by a square face full of surprise in front of the bed.

A man with five big and three thick faces was looking at him with tears on his face at this time, with joy.