Flower Master in the City Chapter 393: Wait and kill again
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Chapter 393, wait and kill again
This roar immediately attracted the attraction of everyone in the newspaper, including of course Han Jian himself. Han Jian turned to look at the door, and then saw a thin man in his fifties with disheveled hair and a face. Haggard, glaring at Han Jian at the moment.
"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that this thin man was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember the man's name, and didn't remember where he met him.
"Who am I?" The thin man yelled at Han Jian, "You black-hearted reporter whose conscience was eaten by a dog, you ruined my Shangguan family, you don't even remember who I am?"
"Shangguan's house?" A flash of light flashed in Han Jian's mind, then he stared at the thin man for a while, and asked a little surprised: "Are you Shangguan Yong?"
"Do you finally remember me now?" The thin man, Shangguan Yong, looked at Han Jian with hatred.
"Of course remember, aren't you the owner of the black heart pastry shop who uses expired ingredients to make desserts?" Han Jian was a little disdainful, "What? Are you looking for something to do with me?"
In fact, under normal circumstances, Han Jian will remember every subject he has reported, and the reason why he did not recognize Shangguan Yonglai for a while is only because almost half a year has passed, and the image of Shangguan Yong has changed too much. , But as soon as Shangguan Yong reminded him, he immediately remembered it. After all, Shangguan’s last name is actually not common.
"I didn't use the expired materials. You **** collected other people's money and deliberately discredited me!" Shangguan Yong yelled at Han Jian, "You unscrupulous reporter, you just collect money. I am not responsible at all. You caused my ancestral pastry shop to close down, and you caused my wife to disperse. I will fight with you today!"
After Shangguan Yong said this, he brought him to the front with the hand that had been behind him, and then everyone in the newspaper could not help but exclaimed because they all saw that Shangguan Yong was actually holding a handful of killing pigs. Knife!
Han Jian’s face also changed slightly. He took a step back subconsciously, but immediately realized that there was no retreat behind him, so he could barely squeeze a smile and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Shangguan Yong, you misunderstand Yes, I wrote the report based on the facts I saw. I did discover that your pastry shop used expired ingredients. As for whether you were framed by others, then I don’t know."
"Fart!" Shangguanyong roared, "Han Jian, I have asked someone to investigate you. You are a **** reporter who collects money and writes about harm!"
Shangguanyong said as he approached Han Jian holding a pig-killing knife. Seeing his posture, it seemed that he was really planning to hack someone.
"Then, Shangguanyong, I think you must have misunderstood. I really confiscated other people's money. I wrote the report only because customers in your store called me..." Han Jian looked a little pale. He couldn’t help explaining that he wanted to run, but he didn’t dare to run, because he was worried that Shangguan Yong would do it immediately when he ran, so he could only delay as long as possible, hoping that someone would call the police. After the police arrived, he was basically safe.
"Fart!" Shangguanyong brandished a pig-killing knife and was very excited. "You confiscated the money? There are two sets of your 200-square-meter mansion. Although you only drive Honda, your wife drives one. An Audi A8, your wife hasn't worked yet, you are a reporter, if you confiscated the black money, where did you get so much money?"
Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Han Jian together, and everyone else in the newspaper seemed a little surprised. How rich is Han Jian? If what Shangguan Yong said is true, then Han Jian is afraid that there is a real problem. Although reporters are not low-income people, luxury houses and luxury cars are not something a reporter can afford.
"I, I don't have that much money... You must be mistaken..." Han Jian was still denying it.
"Han Jian, I have asked a private investigator to investigate everything about you very clearly. You claim to be a justice reporter, but you do all the bad things in private. I don’t have anything anyway, now I take it as Kill the people!” Shangguanyong was obviously impatient with Han Jian’s explanation. He no longer hesitated, and he stabbed Han Jian with a pig-killing knife. In his mind, there was a thought that he was not killing people. He is killing pigs, no, this Han Jian is not as good as pigs!
There was an exclamation in the newspaper, and Fang Chan, who was closer to Han Jian, let out a scream. Han Jian's face became extremely pale in an instant. He wanted to hide, but under great fear, this moment His body was completely out of control, he just stood there, without moving, watching the pig-killing knife pierce his chest.
At the moment when the tip of the knife was about to pierce Han Jian's chest, Han Jian had only this thought in his mind: "Ten thousand yuan lost his life, it's **** worth it."
The so-called 10,000 yuan is really the reward for Han Jian’s report on Shangguan Yong’s pastry shop. Of course, it was not Shangguan Yong who asked him to report, but someone who had a grudge against Shangguan Yong, and that person, It took only 10,000 yuan to shatter the Shangguanyong family.
"Hey, wait a minute to kill!" At this moment, an unhappy voice came.
The pain did not come. Han Jian couldn't help but open his eyes and looked down. He couldn't help but let out a cold sweat. He now had the pig-killing knife less than a centimeter away from his chest.
While horrified, Han Jian was very fortunate, because he saw **** pinching the pig-killing knife. It was these **** that made the pig-killing knife unable to go further. At this moment, Han Jian It was too late to think about why the **** could hold the knife. He just quickly raised his head and looked at the owner of the two fingers, wondering who saved his life.
Then, Han Jian saw a relatively thin teenager, more than 170 centimeters in appearance, dressed in a casual dress, looking ordinary, nothing special.
"Who are you? Why are you helping such a bastard?" Shangguanyong looked at the young man angrily at the moment. He wanted to withdraw the pig-killing knife, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't twitch.
"My name is Xia Xia, spring, summer, autumn and winter, summer, the first day in the world." The boy glanced at Shangguan Yong, "Do you want to kill this guy?"
"Yes, I want to stab this bastard!" Shangguan Yong said angrily.
"Oh, wait a minute, I want to ask this guy a question first." Xia Tian turned to look at Han Jian, "Hey, is that guy named Changjian you?"
"You, what are you looking for Changjian for?" Han Jian was a little uneasy. Changjian was exactly the pen name he used in Jianghai Express.
"What are you going to do with me looking for him?" Summer was a little unhappy, "You can tell me now?"
"He is the **** of Changjian. His real name is Han Jian, and his pen name in the newspaper is Changjian!" Shangguanyong suddenly answered, "Now you know, let me kill this bastard, right? ?"
Summer shook his head: "No."
"It turns out that you and this **** reporter are the same!" Shangguan Yong was immediately furious.
Xiamen glared at Shangguanyong dissatisfiedly: "Hey, old man, don't talk nonsense, who is like that guy? If you talk nonsense, I will beat you!"
"If you weren't with him, why would you help him?" Shangguan asked angrily.
"You have a problem with your brain, when did I help him?" Xia Tian said angrily.
Shangguanyong was almost out of anger. This guy had helped others with the knife, but he said he didn't help Han Jian?
"If you hadn't caught the knife, I would have killed this bastard!" Shangguanyong roared.
Xiamen nodded: "Yes, if I don't catch the knife, this idiot will be killed by you. If you want to kill this idiot, how can I beat him?"
Speaking of this, in the summer, **** were sent with a slight force. Shangguanyong suddenly became unstable and stepped back a few steps.
"Hey, idiot, you wrote this thing, right?" Summer took out a newspaper from his pocket, it was Jianghai Express, and then pointed to the front page headline and asked Han Jian.
"Yes, it's me, may I ask you..." Han Jian didn't react for a while, why this savior seemed to want him to settle accounts.
"It's you." Xia Xia suddenly raised his hand, and the newspaper suddenly became rigid, and then the newspaper slammed Han Jian's cheek.
"Pop!" The newspaper slapped Han Jian's face with a crisp sound.
"Uh!" Han Jian let out a painful snort.
Everyone else in the newspaper stayed, what's the matter?
Shangguanyong, who was about to pounce again with a pig-killing knife, was also stunned. What is this person doing? Don't let him kill Han Jian, but he beat Han Jian here?
"You, why did you hit me?" Han Jian is still a little dizzy.
"Because you idiot speaks ill of my wife!" Xia Xia slapped the newspaper again.
"Uh!" Han Jian let out another scream, he stroked his cheek and backed away, "Who is your wife?"
"My wife, is the most beautiful sister of the police flower, coldly!" Xia flashed to Han Jian, and then slapped him with the newspaper.
As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the newspaper understood that it was the headline report that caused trouble today.
"Hey, why are you like this? Our reporter has the right to report, how can you hit people casually?" At this time, Fangchan yelled angrily beside him, seeing his idol being She couldn't stand the fight so badly. Finally, she threatened, "I have already called the police, and the police will come soon!"
"Whoever dares to speak ill of my wife, I'll hit whoever, I don't care if he is a reporter." Xia Xia took the sentence disapprovingly, and then the newspaper fell on Han Jian's face again, and at this time, Han Jianna The face is swollen more like a pig's head than a pig's head.
"Hey, Leng Bingbing can do those shameless things, don't let people say... uh..." Before Fang Chan finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain coming from his lower abdomen, and then he flew up in the air. , Fell heavily.