Fu Shihan had been targeted by some media studios ever since the "scandal" involving him and Zhang Xinjie got exposed a while ago.
These well-known paparazzi in the entertainment industry always wanted to uncover a big story, but not one that could be easily seen through like Zhang Xinjie’s, so they kept trying to devise a plan.
Fu Shihan’s schedule was packed; he spent most of his time working and wasn’t the type who loved to hang out at bars or parties, so it wasn’t easy to capture his private life.
This time, upon learning by chance that he was at this resort, the paparazzi immediately rushed over. After lurking here for more than twenty hours, without even closing their eyes, they finally...
Facing him was a man fully equipped, wearing a duckbill cap and a mask, with a camera hanging around his neck and a large black backpack on his back—a very recognizable paparazzi look.
The paparazzi braced himself to meet Fu Shihan’s icy gaze, nervously swallowing his saliva.
One needed a sense of adventure in this line of work; after all, it involved questionable activities, so it was expected to be prepared for being scolded, or even assaulted and having one’s camera smashed.
At the moment, the paparazzi was filled with fear when facing a notoriously ruthless and powerful tycoon like Fu Shihan, a prime example of someone you should never offend.
This was Young Master Fu, the heir to a top-tier wealthy family.
The empire built by the older generation allowed him to act without restraint in the elite-filled Di City, and the records he set himself kept him at the pinnacle of the pyramid, looking down on all.
Fu Shihan extended his hand, and just this gesture frightened the man into stepping back, fearing he was about to be struck.
Fu Shihan, with an almost amused expression, said, "Hand over the camera."
"Young Master Fu, I-I haven’t captured anything," the man nervously denied.
Fu Shihan silently stared at him. The man hesitated, then, with a heartache leaving him breathless, handed over the camera.
He thought about running, in fact, the moment Fu Shihan got out of the car and started walking towards him, he had thought about fleeing. But then he suddenly remembered something...
In their circle, there was an unwritten "rule" that had been around for a long time: there are a few people, that if you’re caught snapping photos of them, you must not run.
If you’re not caught then it’s all good, but once you’re found out and you flee, if captured, you’ll have limbs broken.
The reason this matters so much and why everyone keeps it in mind is because some have tried, and accidents have happened.
Making money is important, but who doesn’t value their life more?
When Fu Shihan started walking this way earlier, he was unbuttoning his coat sleeve, clearly intending to get physical. So after some consideration, the paparazzo thought better of running away...
He had been awake for over twenty hours, weighed down by so much gear, and his legs weren’t as long as the other’s; even if he ran, he certainly couldn’t outrun him. If caught, he would also get a beating, how unpleasant.
Moreover, the things he had captured...
Just thinking about the photos in his own camera made him shiver uncontrollably.
Fu Shihan took his camera and checked the content. Sure enough, he had captured Fu Shihan and Su Wanxin.
And judging from the timestamps, he had been lurking here for over a day.
"Who gave you the tip-off that we were here?" Fu Shihan eerily began, asking coldly.
"No one..."
"I don’t hit women, but I don’t have a habit of not hitting men. Last chance, who gave you the tip-off."