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There was an endless line in the churchyard where the free lunch room was set up, and people gathered around the blue table as soon as the seats were empty. One of the volunteers was captured on camera by Reporter Yoon's camera, which was filming here and there.

The man in the green apron was a handsome man who stood out from afar. He was tall, well-built, and smiled sympathetically at people.

"He is handsome."

Reporter Kwak, who was eating ice cream next to him, looked over.

"Jeon Jungkook?"

"Who would think that man is a gangster. When you look at the shell, you can tell he's more than just an actor, right?"

"If there is one thing that distinguishes him from other actors, it must be that he actually cuts people off."

Reporter Yoon took his gaze away from the camera and looked back at his senior reporter Kwak.

"Did you see it?"

"Do I have to see it to know? Everyone knows that his business is a gangster company. You know that a member of the National Assembly committed suicide three years ago and was found dead, right? That's all-,"

"You've worked hard." 

A man appeared between the two people who were secretly chatting and handed them a vitamin drink. The man smiled as brightly as he could, but his eyes and the energy he exuded were unusual. On the back of the man's hand, there were numerous small scars that even years couldn't erase.

"I look forward to your article. We are doing a lot of good things."

The man made eye contact with reporter Kwak and gave emphasis to the word 'good things'. Reporter Kwak, who was nervous, grabbed two drinks quickly and responded with a forced smile. The man in front of him was a secretary working under Jeon Jungkook. In terms of the rank of the secretarial organization, the horse would be about the right arm.What was his name... Park Jimin?

Park Jimin, who appeared out of nowhere and handed him a drink, nodded and then disappeared. Reporter Kwak lowered his voice towards reporter Yoon.

"Hey, did he just hear that?"

"What if he heard it? It's not like I made up some nonsense."

Reporter Kwak subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Am I sweating? Did it seem obvious that I was nervous?"

"Why are you so scared? Who would kill you?"

At the mention of killing him, reporter Kwak stared at the drink in his hand. If he throws it away, they might see it, and he feels uncomfortable at the thought of drinking it. While he was thinking about it, reporter Yoon, who was standing next to him, opened the lid and drank it. He reached out his hand to stop him, but he had already drunk it all.