Reporter Park's smile grew more and more satisfied, having met someone knowledgeable. "I have two more at home, but unfortunately I didn't complete the set. But I'm probably the only one in all of Korea who has them."
The bodyguards dared not relax, as top assassins were very good at hiding. Some of them disguised themselves as househusbands, while others disguised themselves as harmless fat otakus.
The fat man suddenly took a step forward, and his hand was about to touch reporter Park's chest.
A bodyguard had quietly taken out a knife. If the fat man moved forward one millimeter, he could kill him in an instant.
"Is this their autograph? And it's four of them. Oh, your clothes are priceless."
It turned out that he saw a row of signatures on an inconspicuous place on reporter Park's clothes.
"Yes," Reporter Park said, his lips curled up. This was a gift Zhou Yiyang had given him after they met. In a sense, it was the only one of its kind in the world. "Especially with Lin Xuan'er's signature. Her signature is very valuable these days."
Their conversation attracted a lot of onlookers. Reporter Park was very happy and showed off his collection like a collector.
"This is their second album, 100 consecutive copies. I bought 10,000 of them by myself..."
"This is a signed photo I had someone bring back from China. It happened to be Tang Yue's birthday that day..."
"This is a limited edition perfume they collaborated with Yves Saint Laurent. There are only three bottles in Asia..."
The bodyguards were horrified to find that normally no living creatures dared to approach them, but now this group of people were sitting on their laps in order to view the "collection" up close.
It's simply immoral!
Their dignity as bodyguards is all gone today!
"But after seeing the photos, I realized that they are really beautiful!" Some bodyguards were unknowingly influenced.
"Ah, that white-haired girl has such a sweet smile. If I had a photo like this, I would hang it above my bed!"
"Maybe every time I finish a mission and look at them, I can be healed!"
They all seemed to understand why reporter Park was obsessed with Moonlight Girl.
The hour hand finally jumped from seven to eight.
In an instant, the originally dim transparent stage suddenly emitted a dazzling light as if it was charged with electricity.
An electronic synthesized voice echoed in the venue:
"Welcome to Moonlight Girl's concert!"
"Tonight, let's forget everything and indulge ourselves! Come dance with us!"
This highly talked-about concert has finally begun.
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