Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Seoul.

A few lights were still on in the D Company office building.

Li Mingjiu sat in his office, a pile of documents spread out in front of him, but he couldn't concentrate on reading a single word.

Dispatch has been under pressure from all sides these past few days, which has really worried him.

The second largest shareholder, Liu Zimu, had no interest in managing the situation and simply appointed Park Hyun-woo as his plenipotentiary representative.

His phone suddenly started vibrating.

It wasn't an incoming call, it was a push notification.

One notification after another appeared, like a dam bursting.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it, his pupils suddenly contracting.

It's a news push from the Chosun Ilbo.

[Peninsula Entertainment Scandal: Complete Chain of Evidence Exposed, Involving Political, Business, and Entertainment Figures]

He clicked on it, and the page loaded in about two seconds before the content appeared—it was very, very long.

Photos, chat logs, video screenshots, transaction details...

Every piece of evidence has a source mark, clearly and plainly documented.

This is not the censored or edited version that Dispatch released before.

It is complete.

Complete without any obstruction.

His fingers trembled, not from fear, but because he knew what it meant.

He exited the Chosun Ilbo page and opened several other foreign news apps.

They're all the same news, from the same source, and with the same layout.

It was simply displayed on the front page, untouched, like a global wanted poster.

Li Mingjiu stood up, his chair slid backward, and he bumped into the bookshelf behind him with a dull thud.

Something really bad is about to happen!

On the other side, when the Blue House's duty secretary was woken up by the phone call, she thought she was still dreaming.

The phone screen displayed a call from the head of the State Affairs Coordination Office.

If you receive a call shortly after midnight, there can only be one explanation: something terrible has happened.

He listened for thirty seconds, and his expression changed drastically.

"I understand, I'll be right there." He hung up the phone, got out of bed, put his pants on backwards, took them off and put them back on, and realized he was missing a sock and didn't have time to put it back on.

He rushed out of the house without even fastening his belt.

The situation room at the Blue House was brightly lit.

The head of the Office of State Coordination stood at one end of a long table, with various large screens in front of him displaying news pages from major global media outlets. The countdowns on those news reports seemed like death knells.

His shirt collar was open, his tie was nowhere to be found, and his face was ashen.

"Damn it! Can someone tell me what's going on?" The room chief's voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced everyone's ears like a flying knife.

No one can answer.

An official from the National Security Office spoke up: "The situation with foreign media is terrible. BBC, CNN, Yomiuri Shimbun... the front page headlines of more than 200 media outlets worldwide are all the same news, the content is exactly the same, and the source is all... all from here."

"We haven't sent out anything like this. Who did this? Investigate! Investigate immediately!" the room leader interrupted him.

"We can't find it!" the secretary continued. "We can't delete it either. We've tried deleting it from all the media outlets that received this news, and it's impossible. Technically speaking, only if each media outlet restarts its server can anyone delete or modify it, but they won't restart. The countdown keeps going, a total of 24 hours."

The room leader fell silent. What was the point of deleting it anyway? Countless people around the world had already seen it.

He leaned against the edge of the table, utterly dejected: "The President knows?"

"They notified me five minutes ago." Another secretary glanced at her watch. "They're expected to arrive in fifteen minutes."

The room leader closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

He held this position for three years and experienced countless difficult moments.

But never before have I felt so completely exposed and roasted like this.

The same story appeared on the front page of more than 200 media outlets worldwide at the same time, with the same content, and the source was attributed to the Presidential Palace of the Korean Peninsula.

What does this mean?

This means that the peninsula has been breached. Their peninsula is too small in terms of global scale, and at this moment it is like a clown jumping around, making a fool of itself for those big countries.

This means that if the Korean Peninsula government does not severely punish all those involved and thoroughly purge the protective umbrellas hidden in the peninsula's political and business circles, the peninsula will become the object of ridicule worldwide.

This means... someone is going to be finished, including myself who failed in my duty.

The room manager opened his eyes and looked at the chat screenshots, the obscene videos, and the blatant money transactions on the screen.

How foreign media describe the Korean Peninsula: "A country that doesn't treat women as human beings."

The eyes of the whole world are on this.

If no explanation can be given this time, the Korean Peninsula's international image will be completely ruined.

"The media's phones are ringing off the hook," the secretary continued. "The US embassy has also called, asking why we hacked into their country's websites, and the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs is also asking..."

"Tell them we're investigating too," the department head said dejectedly.

The secretary opened her mouth, then closed it again.

survey.

What are you checking?

Find out who posted it.

Or should we investigate the people mentioned in the evidence?

The room leader saw through his thoughts, but without explaining, he turned and walked to the window.

In Seoul, where the lights are on, some people are sleeping, some are drinking, and some are partying.

There are also those beasts.

Are they watching the news right now?

Are you shaking?

Thinking about how to escape, huh?

Footsteps sounded behind me; leather shoes stomped on the marble floor, the rhythm quick and heavy.

The room leader turned around.

The president of the peninsula walked in, followed by a group of people.

He was wearing a dark coat, unbuttoned, over a white shirt with the collar open, and his hair was messy; he looked like he had been woken up from bed.

But his eyes were clear, so clear that he didn't look like someone who had just been dragged out of sleep.

"What's going on?"

The head of the State Coordination Office gave a brief report on the situation, which lasted less than two minutes. There was no fluff, no embellishment, just the essential information.

The president listened without any change in expression.

After listening, he sat down at one end of the long table, where the news article was displayed on the screen opposite him.

He looked down, page by page.

Those chat logs, those screenshots of money transfers, those photos of girls with their faces blurred out, those names of people laughing and joking in the group chat.

He recognized some of the names, and he didn't recognize others.

He remained silent throughout, his expression grave.

Finally, he raised his head: "Yoon Kyu-geun, Lee Seung-ri, Jung Joon-young, Choi Jong-hoon, and all those involved, detain them immediately."

The room leader was taken aback.

Detain them immediately.

It wasn't a summons for investigation, nor was it a travel ban; it was direct detention.

"As for the others involved," the president also took a breath, "all of them will be investigated within a day. Those who should be arrested will be arrested, and those who should be detained will be detained. Not a single one will be spared."

"Commander-in-Chief..."

The president interrupted him: "The whole world is laughing at us. If we do what we did before, shifting the blame to a few minor celebrities and protecting those who are truly responsible, do you know what the consequences will be?"

No one spoke, and no one dared to object. This matter had truly caused a huge uproar!

This incident has had more than just political and diplomatic consequences.

Most importantly, it resulted in the complete loss of national reputation and the decline of the cultural industry.

"I'm not consulting with you," the president said, standing up. "This is the final decision."

As he walked out of the situation room, the motion-activated lights in the corridor flickered on.

The secretary followed behind him, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "President, regarding the source of the news... should we issue a statement to clarify?"

The president stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"Clarify what? Have you found out who did it? Or is the evidence fake?"

The president continued walking forward, each step on the ground seeming to measure how much conscience the country had left.