Chapter 373 The Paparazzi Captain Suffers a Cruel Lesson; The Top Ten Tournament Officially Begins

The underground parking garage of the TV station.

In a dusty gray van in the corner.

"Brother Bai, these are the two people who were acting suspiciously."

"They seem to be tracking Bei Xuan as well."

The henchman, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed to the two people being restrained in the back and reported.

Standing at the car door, Su Xiaobai looked into the car, holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hand.

"Oh, it really is Boss Zhou?"

As the boss of Donghuang Entertainment, Su Xiaobai immediately recognized the man in the baseball cap in front of him as Zhou Wei, the paparazzi captain.

Su Xiaobai grinned, revealing a creepy smile.

"You are...you are...Su...uh, Boss Su!"

Zhou Wei, who was nervously lost in thought, looked over upon hearing the sound.

Upon discovering that the man in front of her was actually Su Xiaobai, nicknamed "White Coat" in the industry, she stared in surprise.

I don't know how I got involved with this demon king of Spring City.

Then Zhou Wei suddenly realized what was happening.

Holy crap!

Could it be...?

Could it be that Bei Xuan is a contracted artist under "Donghuang Entertainment"?!

Otherwise, why would so many of Donghuang's people be here protecting him?

He went to work for Su Xiaobai, the artist in white coats at Donghuang Entertainment.

This is practically suicide!

"Mr. Su, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I really didn't know he was an artist in your company!"

"If I knew Bei Xuan was one of your men, I would never dare to follow him even if you killed me!"

"Can we just leave now...?"

Knowing the other party's ruthless nature, Zhou Wei swallowed hard and immediately begged for mercy, disregarding his pride.

"Bei Xuan is one of my men?"

"What utter nonsense!"

Su Xiaobai frowned.

"Whoosh~"

Then he poured the scalding hot coffee he was holding directly onto Zhou Wei.

"ah--"

Zhou Wei screamed and hurriedly patted the scalding coffee off his body.

Seeing this, the underling sitting next to Zhou Wei was so frightened that he covered his head with his hands and dared not breathe.

If I had known this would happen, I would have done it.

He would never come here to follow that mysterious artist named Bei Xuan, even if you beat him to death.

"Shut up! I'll cut your tongue out if you yell again!" Su Xiaobai warned with a gloomy face.

"Yes, yes..."

Knowing Su Xiaobai's cruel nature, Zhou Wei endured the excruciating pain and dared not utter another sound of agony.

Otherwise, the other party might drive you to some desolate place, bury you, and then drag someone else out as a scapegoat, leaving you with nowhere to turn for help.

"I'll ask you."

"Were those posts on the forum that smeared Wang Yueheng created by your team?"

Su Xiaobai immediately had his subordinates bring over a tablet, pointed to several gossip news items on it, and asked a question.

"Huh? Wang Yueheng?"

Zhou Wei was taken aback, not expecting the topic to suddenly shift to this singer.

"This is... Ah, this isn't, this isn't!"

Zhou Wei glanced at the online information the other party had shown him.

Although it's unclear why Su Xiaobai did this.

But it's still the same as a criminal identifying the scene.

They confessed one by one to the news articles they had published that deliberately smeared Wang Yueheng's reputation and character.

at the same time.

Su Xiaobai specially arranged for one of his underlings to hold up his phone and record Zhou Wei's on-site identification.

"What other things have you done that you've wronged Wang Yueheng? Confess them all now."

"Otherwise, if I find out, I guarantee you'll never be able to hold a camera again for the rest of your life!"

Su Xiaobai glared at Zhou Wei and asked fiercely.

Faced with the scrutiny of this devilish figure, Zhou Wei couldn't help but shiver.

He wondered if Bei Xuan was Wang Yueheng himself.

Otherwise, why would Su Xiaobai, who has absolutely no connection with Wang Yueheng, care about him so much?

Before he could even react, Su Xiaobai threatened again:

"I'm warning you, if I get something out of him that doesn't match anything you said..."

As he spoke, the Donghuang boss pulled out a sharp switchblade from somewhere and slashed it across the neck of another paparazzo next to him.

A faint bloodstain was visible.

"Ahhh! I'll tell you everything you ask! Please don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

The henchman felt the cold blade against his neck and screamed in terror.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

Even Zhou Wei, who had seen all sorts of ruthless people in the entertainment industry.

Unable to withstand Su Xiaobai's fierce demeanor, he nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

They dared to openly brandish a knife and threaten someone in the underground parking garage of the TV station!

This guy is absolutely insane!

No wonder he's known as the tyrant of Kunming...

"I...I also hid malware on Wang Yueheng's computer..."

"They wanted to steal his newly written song..."

"But, but I swear he never used that computer, the virus never even activated..."

Zhou Wei assigned this task to his trembling underling.

If he hadn't confessed, his young traitorous underlings would have immediately knelt down and confessed.

"Okay, write it down!"

Upon hearing this, Su Xiaobai was overjoyed.

Based solely on this news.

Su Xiaobai felt that it was not excessive for Wang Yueheng to treat her to a meal.

"Thank goodness he didn't use the office computer to create 'Raging Storm,' or you guys would have killed him!"

The thought of Zhou Wei trying to assassinate Wang Yueheng in such a despicable way made Su Xiaobai unable to resist kicking him.

Ouch!

Zhou Wei clutched his face where he had been kicked, groaning as he collapsed onto his seat.

Fresh blood trickled down between his fingers.

"Take him away, find a place to teach him a lesson, and then let him go."

"Be careful not to cause any deaths."

Su Xiaobai took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands and gave an order to his underlings.

Before leaving, he pointed to Zhou Wei, whose face was covered in blood, inside the car and warned him:

"If you dare to provoke Wang Yueheng again, I'll bury you alive next time!"

"Yes, yes, I won't dare again, I won't dare again..."

"Please, Mr. Su, have mercy on me..."

Zhou Wei's blood-stained right hand thrashed about as he pleaded for mercy.

"Wait! Did you two see Bei Xuan?"

Then, as if remembering something, Su Xiaobai opened the car door and asked again.

"Huh? Isn't he your artist?"

Zhou Wei, whose head had been beaten into a pig's head, was dumbfounded. He looked up, puzzled, and asked in return.

So the other party is also looking for that mysterious singer, Bei Xuan?

"Bullshit! I'm just about to find someone to beat him up!"

"And you? Did you see it?"

Su Xiaobai then looked at the paparazzi beside her.

"No, no! We just followed him to the restroom, and then we couldn't see him anymore..."

The young paparazzi shook his head frantically in response, his eyes filled with terror.

"Strange...where could we go..."

Muttering to herself, Su Xiaobai slammed the car door shut again.

"ah?"

Zhou Wei covered his swollen face, completely dumbfounded.

What the hell is going on...?

He thought he had offended Donghuang artist Beixuan, which was why he was beaten up by Su Xiaobai.

Who knew that the other person was also looking for this person?

And it seems there's even some past conflict between the two.

That's what I mean.

Su Xiaobai seemed to have gotten so angry purely because of Wang Yueheng…

Could it be...?

Is Su Xiaobai Wang Yueheng's best friend?

This makes no sense at all!

Zhou Wei, who inexplicably followed Bei Xuan, ended up getting beaten so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

Sitting in the swaying van, I was completely lost.

"Bang bang"

"Ouch~"

After being taken to the desolate wilderness by a van.

Zhou Wei and his henchmen were once again subjected to a brutal beating by Su Xiaobai's men, screaming in agony.

"Damn it! If you dare mess with Boss Su again, I'll send you straight to your coffin next time!"