The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 80: No Disrespect
Choi Sulli ran deeper into the corridor, trying to delay being caught as long as possible.

After doing the only thing she could do, she sorted out the information in her mind while running.

It is impossible for Bae Yong-jun to steal things from Hara-one's house, so he must have been framed and someone was deliberately targeting him.

who is it?

prosecutor.

Choi Sulli remembered that her agent told her that it was a prosecutor who called her. Zhu Xianying suddenly appeared in her mind, and her heart was in her throat.

Could it be her?
Thinking of Joo Hyun-young who was full of prejudice against Bae Yong-jun, Choi Sulli felt anxious and worried.

In this case, Editor-in-Chief Nim is really in danger.

How to do?
Can those two girls contact editor-in-chief nim?
Will my own recording be useful?
When can I testify for him?

Is he okay? Has he been arrested?
Choi Sulli wished she could fly out immediately, fly to his side, and prove his innocence to the whole world, just like he did for her and Hara-oni.

But now she can only be like a canary, trapped in this building, trapped in this building that she has never flown out of since she was 12 years old, making efforts that she is not sure whether they will succeed or not.

Editor-in-chief nim, editor-in-chief nim...

As she ran, she started to cry without knowing when.

Tears blurred her vision, and Choi Sulli lost her balance and fell to the ground. Suddenly, a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of her.

She suddenly raised her head and saw Zhao Youbin, panting and with a sullen face, looking at her. Behind him were two guards running towards her.

"Choi Sulli, where are you going?!"

Ignoring the pain, Choi Sulli quickly got up, turned around and ran back. However, as soon as she ran back to the stairwell door, three or four guards rushed towards her.

On both sides, Zhao Youbin and several others surrounded her, and footsteps could be heard faintly in the stairwell behind her.

Is that the end?

Choi Sulli leaned against the cold and heavy fire door, and she suddenly remembered the conversation with Bae Yongjun last night.

Let’s start jailbreaking.

Where to escape to?

[Escape...to the other side of the sea.]

"Choi Sulli!" Zhao Youbin ran over, his hair and beard standing on end, sweat pouring down his forehead, and a wisp of hot air curling over his head. "Crazy! Really crazy!"

"For a paparazzi! To do such a thing!"

"Do you still want to go solo? Believe it or not, the company will ban you immediately! Put you on ice! You'll never be able to perform again in this life! Ah!"

"Whatever," Choi Sulli shook her head, unmoved, "Whatever you want."

"What?!" Zhao Youbin was furious and raised his right arm high. "Say it again!"

"Are you going to hit me?" Cui Xueli's eyes were full of unyieldingness. "Come on, I'm not afraid of you."

"Do you think I don't dare?" Zhao Youbin looked at her unconvinced eyes and was furious.

"The company! The artist! Forever!" He said each word, gritting his teeth and swinging his arms down violently, "Be obedient!"

Choi Sulli closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the arm to fall.

This was not the first time she was beaten in the company, but she felt that this time it was worth it.

It would be great if I could help the editor-in-chief, nim.

The arms waved, creating a sound of wind.

Cui Xueli suddenly felt a void behind her, and she fell backwards. A brief feeling of weightlessness washed over her mind, just like...

Fly to the other side of the sea.

She closed her eyes tightly, savoring this moment of false freedom, and then...

Choi Sulli felt her slender and frail body falling into a warm and broad embrace.

Pei Yongjun pulled open the fire door, put his left arm around Cui Xueli who fell backwards, raised his right arm to block Zhao Youbin's arm, then twisted it and threw him heavily to the other side of the fire door with a loud bang.

"Ah!" Zhao Youbin screamed in pain, his body bounced off the security door, and he fell backward, knocking over the guard behind him and rolling to the ground.

Choi Sulli opened her eyes, and familiar, handsome facial features appeared before her.

"Editor-in-chief nim..." She murmured to herself, lying in his arms and laughing, "Am I dreaming?"

This was the first time he hugged her.

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Pei Yongjun stood at the door, his left arm around Cui Xueli's thin body, looking at Zhao Youbin who was rolling on the ground in front of him and couldn't get up. Several guards looked at each other, not daring to move for a while, and just stared at him in a daze.

"Editor-in-Chief, am I dreaming?" Choi Sulli's voice murmured. Bae Yongjun lowered his head and looked into her bright eyes.

Her eyebrows were curved and her smile was like the bright spring sunshine, but tears could not stop flowing from the corners of her eyes, across her snow-white skin.

Fragile, beautiful, and breathtaking.

"Don't cry." Pei Yongjun whispered.

"Okay, stop crying." Choi Sulli shook her head and blinked hard, trying to stop the tears. She raised her hand and touched Pei Yongjun's cheek. "Really? Is it true?"

"What else?" Pei Yongjun nodded, "Don't cry, I'll take you away."

"Okay." Choi Sulli agreed without thinking.

She wants to agree to everything now, and just wants to be with Pei Yongjun and never be separated.

"Hey, stop touching me." Pei Yongjun frowned slightly and raised his hand to catch her little hand that was touching his face.

Cui Xueli's cheeks flushed and she shrank back suddenly, "I..."

"Who are you!" An angry voice interrupted Choi Sulli.

Pei Yongjun used his left arm to help Cui Xueli regain her balance, stood up, and looked at Zhao Youbin who had finally climbed up and regained his senses in front of him.

"He is my agent, Zhao Youbin. He is very fierce. He just doesn't let me testify for you." Choi Sulli hid behind Bae Yongjun and pointed at Zhao Youbin like a child complaining.

"Ah! Who are you!" Zhao Youbin covered his forehead and hissed in pain, "What are you doing here! Huh?"

"I'm Bae Yong-jun, Hangang Sports, Bae Yong-jun."

"Mo?! It's you!" Zhao Youbin looked at Cui Xueli who was clinging to him, then looked at Pei Yongjun, finally seeing the culprit of all this today, "How dare you come here?"

He was suddenly stunned. "No, how did you get in? Weren't you taken away by the prosecutor?"

Zhao Youbin looked at him suspiciously.

"You don't have to worry about these. Please move aside. I'm leaving with Shirley." Pei Yongjun pointed to the other side of the corridor.

In the distance, a group of trainees were crowded in the corridor, staring at this rare scene with wide eyes.

"Mo? What did you say?" Zhao Youbin's eyes widened, as if he had heard some absurd joke, and he laughed out loud, "Let's go?"

"You're also taking the company's artists with you?"

"Ah! Are you crazy? I don't know how you sneaked in, and now you want to leave?" His face changed. "You're just a paparazzi, you really don't know your place!"

"Who dares to run wild in our SM?"

He waved his hand violently, "Catch him for me!"

The guards surrounded them.

"Let me see if you dare to leave!" Zhao Youbin took the lead and reached out to grab Pei Yongjun's shoulder.

The trainees in the distance exclaimed.

Choi Sulli behind him took a deep breath and subconsciously grabbed the clothes on Pei Yongjun's back.

The next person who called out was Zhao Youbin.

Pei Yongjun stepped aside, pulled his arm, used his body to block the guard rushing from behind, and then twisted it hard.

"Ah!" Zhao Youbin felt dizzy, his arms were twisted into a knot, and he was half-kneeling on the ground in a strange way, sweating profusely from the pain.

"Leave me alone!" He looked at the guard, screaming in pain, his eyes red with rage, "Beat him! Beat him half to death!"

"Xiba! Even if Pei Yongjun is beaten to death..."

"Who are you hitting?! Zhao Youbin! What are you doing?!" A familiar and majestic voice came from beside my ear.

Zhao Youbin turned his head suddenly and saw that it was a mobile phone.

Pei Yongjun looked at him calmly and waved the phone in his hand. "Looking for you."

"President Li, Li, Li?"

The voice belonged to Lee Sung-soo, the executive president of SM and nephew of Lee Soo-man.

"It's me! Zhao Youbin! Editor-in-Chief Pei is a distinguished guest of the company! What are you doing? Don't be rude!"

"I..." Zhao Youbin looked at Pei Yongjun, sweating profusely.

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