The peninsula spans mountains and seas just for you.

Li Qingshan returned to his original room last night, slept until noon, and after washing up, ordered hotel service and ate in his room.

Li Qingshan stared expressionlessly at the heavy snow outside the window, then took out a satellite phone and dialed a number.

"Connect to the peninsula region." The other party didn't speak, and a series of beeping sounds came from the dialing.

"Hello, dear VIP Level 5 customer, how can we help you?"

Who is the mastermind behind the exposure of Lee Seung-gi and Im Yoon-ah's relationship on the Korean Peninsula?

"Please wait a moment, $200,000, two hours." The sound of a computer keyboard came through.

"Tell me as quickly as possible." Li Qingshan hung up the phone immediately.

This is a little-known scavenger organization that takes on any commission, including murder, crime scene cleanup, intelligence trading, and war labor. As long as you have the need and can afford it, they can get anything done for you, though the price is extremely high.

He's the only one who would spend so much money to find out news about entertainment circles like Peninsula.

Li Qingshan took a laptop out of his suitcase and transferred 20 yuan to an account.

After transferring the money, he sat by the French windows, drinking tea and staring blankly out the window.

More than an hour later, I received an email on my computer.

He opened the email, which contained a very brief message.

"Lee Seung-gi's agency, Hook Entertainment, Kwon Jin-young."

Li Qingshan laughed when he saw the brief message, still using that satellite phone.

How long will it take to collect evidence of this company's violations and illegal activities?

"60, within three days; 100 million, within one day; US dollars."

"Give it to me within a day." Before Li Qingshan could even hang up the phone, the money had already been transferred.

"Money received. We will contact you once the data collection is complete." *beep beep*

"The law is a good thing. Why resort to violence when things can be resolved through the law?" Li Qingshan chuckled to himself.

Li Qingshan picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He stopped at a name called "Hancheng" and dialed the number.

"I've arrived at the peninsula, aren't you going to treat me to a meal?"

"When did you arrive? You didn't even tell me you were coming. I'm investigating a case right now. Send me the address, I'll come over when I'm done, and we can have dinner together tonight."

A deep voice came from the other end of the phone, filled with joy.

Li Qingshan gave the address and then hung up the phone.

Han Cheng graduated from Harvard Law School and comes from a family of prosecutors.

Currently working at the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office.

His father is the Chief Prosecutor of the Supreme Prosecutor's Office, and his older brother and sister also work in prosecutor's offices throughout the peninsula.

Han Cheng was someone Li Qingshan met when he enrolled at Harvard, and they had always had a good relationship. During his university years, Li Qingshan created a small group chat, and he managed the legal overseas investments of these friends in the group.

Over the years, he has made a lot of money with these people, and Hancheng is one of them.

It wasn't even dinner time yet when Han Cheng called; he was already waiting at the hotel entrance.

Li Qingshan went down to the lobby entrance on the first floor and looked around, but didn't see anyone.

"Here, here, get in," Han Cheng called out, sticking his head out of a dilapidated Hyundai Elantra that was at least ten years old.

If it weren't for his slicked-back hair, he would look like an unlicensed taxi driver.

Li Qingshan walked to the car and kicked a tire. "You picked me up in such a beat-up car, don't you have any money?"

"Hey, be gentle, it was just fixed yesterday." Han Cheng panicked a little when he saw Li Qingshan kick the car.

Li Qingshan sat down in the passenger seat, pulled on the seatbelt but couldn't pull it out, and glanced at Han Cheng.

"Pull it a few more times. It was fine this morning. There's nothing I can do. It was passed down from the old man. We have to keep a low profile."

Han Cheng looked guilty and explained as he drove.

Li Qingshan didn't ask where he was going, but looked at him like he was an idiot. "The money you receive every year is all legal income. Can't you just change your car? This is supposed to be a car? I felt like I could have kicked it to pieces just now."

"Stop talking nonsense. You could kick a luxury car to pieces. Is this a problem with the car? I'm the Minister of the Inspection Department now. Do you know how troublesome it is to declare your assets?"

Han Cheng is a serious and unsmiling head of the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office in public, but he reveals his true colors in front of his friends and becomes a chatterbox.

"What brings you here this time?" Han Cheng asked Li Qingshan as he drove.

"Hey, look ahead! I feel so unsafe in this damn car!" Li Qingshan almost peed his pants when he saw Han Cheng turn around and stare at him.

"I'm here to see my girlfriend. I might settle down on the peninsula in the future."

"Who is it? Let me see who it is." Han Cheng looked at Li Qingshan with surprise. He had never heard that Li Qingshan had a girlfriend.

"Let me ask, hey, look ahead." Li Qingshan took out his phone to make a call, but then turned to look at Han Cheng.

"Wow, you speak the Korean Peninsula dialect so fluently now? I don't remember teaching you any swear words," Han Cheng muttered as he drove.

"I'm having dinner with friends tonight. Do you have time to join? If you come, it'll be three... people?" Li Qingshan asked Han Cheng while on the phone. Han Cheng nodded.

"Yes, it's a private party, no need to dress up. I'll send you the address when we get there." Li Qingshan hung up after saying that.

Han Cheng took Li Qingshan to a large Chinese-style courtyard in the suburbs, a secluded place with only one courtyard.

They encountered several middle-aged men outside the gate. Han Cheng greeted them politely and then went inside with Li Qingshan.

"Who is it? Why did they go over to say hello?" Li Qingshan asked curiously.

"He's my dad's old subordinate, from the police department. As a junior, I have no choice but to greet him."

The two of them went to a private room in a small courtyard.

Li Qingshan put down his phone, looked around, and said, "This place is not bad. Do you come here often?"

Han Cheng brewed some tea. "A few members of Congress invited my dad to dinner. I came with the old man. When is your girlfriend arriving?"

"Looks like the old man has been doing quite well these past few years. Let's go, he should be there in about half an hour."

On the other side, a group of middle-aged people looked at a tall, thin middle-aged man in the center, and one of them asked, "Director, who was that just now...?"

The thin, middle-aged man referred to as the "Director" is Lee Jung-won, the highest-ranking official in the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency.

Lee Jung-won looked at the heads of these large companies and said with a smile, "Chief Prosecutor Han of the Supreme Prosecutors' Office is the youngest son of my former boss. He is now the head of the Seoul District Prosecutors' Office. You should be careful about this kind of relationship."

The heads of large companies got excited when they heard this.

Jessica drove herself to the gate of the compound, parked the car, and called Li Qingshan.

Li Qingshan met her at the door and led her inside.

Just after Han Cheng gave the order to serve the dishes, Li Qingshan led Jessica into the private room.

Han Cheng stood up, looked at the heavily wrapped woman in front of him, his mouth slowly opening wide, and pointed at Jessica, "Young...young..."

Li Qingshan slapped away the hand that was pointing at him, "You're short of a head, keep your voice down."

"This is Han Cheng, my classmate at Harvard," Li Qingshan introduced to Jessica. "This is Jessica, my girlfriend." The two greeted each other and shook hands.

"Ugh, you really are... Don't you know I'm a Girls' Generation fan? I really want to punch you." Han Cheng looked at Li Qingshan with a face that looked like he had swallowed a fly.

Jessica, listening from the side, found it quite amusing and remained silent.

Li Qingshan rolled his eyes and made a phone call.

Han Cheng's phone rang. He saw that it was Li Qingshan calling, and the ringtone was Nine Muses' Dolls. He hurriedly silenced the phone and placed it face down.

"Girls' Generation doesn't have this song." Li Qingshan glanced at Han Cheng with a teasing look and shrugged at Jessica.

"Hey, don't hit someone in the face, don't undermine them," Han Cheng argued with Li Qingshan. "But if you ask me, Girls' Generation really didn't have any good songs later on."

Jessica also admitted with a smile that she was watching the two chat from the side.

"If you encounter any trouble on the peninsula in the future, just look for him. He is the head of the inspection department of the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office."

"Don't worry, just call me if anything happens." Han Cheng held the phone and asked Jessica for her contact information, feeling a little embarrassed.

Li Qingshan watched as Han Cheng excitedly added Jessica's contact information, his fawning expression was so disgusting that Li Qingshan covered his face in disgust.

"Jessica's one of us, look at that expression on your face." Han Cheng looked like he'd found a treasure.

"Han Cheng is the same age as me, a month older than me. You can call him Oppa from now on." Li Qingshan was trying to help Jessica get closer to him.

"Jessica, when do you have time to invite your teammates to dinner together? Not all of them need to come, just bring Yuri." Han Cheng looked at Li Qingshan and Jessica with a reserved and shy expression.

"Oh...you like Yuri! I'll introduce you two in a few days." Jessica relaxed and joked.

The food started to be served. "Don't worry, the people here won't go out and talk nonsense." Han Cheng noticed that Jessica was avoiding the waiter's gaze.