This angry roar immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the newspaper, including Han Jian himself. Han Jian turned his head to look at the door and saw a skinny man in his fifties. The man's hair was messy and his face was haggard. He was glaring at Han Jian angrily.
"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that this skinny man looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember his name, nor did he remember where he had seen him before.
"Who am I?" The skinny man roared at Han Jian, "You black-hearted reporter whose conscience has been eaten by dogs. You destroyed my Shangguan family and you don't even remember who I am?"
"Shangguan family?" A thought flashed through Han Jian's mind. He stared at the skinny man for a while and asked in surprise, "You are Shangguan Yong?"
"Do you finally remember me now?" The skinny man, Shangguan Yong, looked at Han Jian with hatred in his eyes.
"Of course I remember. Aren't you the black-hearted pastry shop owner who used expired materials to make pastries?" Han Jian was a little disdainful, "What? What business do you have with me?
"Actually, under normal circumstances, Han Jian would remember every single person he had reported to, and the reason why he did not recognize Shangguan Yong was because it had been almost half a year since the incident, and Shangguan Yong's image had changed too much. However, when Shangguan Yong reminded him, he immediately remembered. After all, the surname Shangguan was not common.
"I didn't use expired materials. You bastard, you took someone else's money to deliberately discredit me!" Shangguan Yong roared at Han Jian, "You unscrupulous black-hearted reporter, you only care about collecting money, you are not responsible at all. You caused my family's ancestral pastry shop to close down, you caused my family to break up, I will fight it out with you today!"
After Shangguan Yong finished speaking, he brought his hand that had been behind his back to the front. Then, everyone in the newspaper office couldn't help but cry out in alarm, because they all saw that Shangguan Yong was actually holding a Pig Slaughtering Knife!
Han Jian's expression also changed slightly. He subconsciously took a step back, but immediately realized that there was no way out. He could only force out a smile and say in a gentle tone, "Shangguan Yong, you misunderstood. I only wrote the report based on what I saw. At that time, I did find out that your pastry shop used expired ingredients. As for whether or not you were framed by someone else, I don't know."
"Bullshit!" Shangguan Yong roared, "Han Jian, I've already asked someone to investigate you. You're a f * cking black-hearted reporter who specializes in receiving money to write reports that harm people!"
As Shangguan Yong spoke, he raised his Pig Slaughtering Knife and approached Han Jian. From the looks of it, he really seemed to be planning on chopping someone up.
"Then, Shangguan Yong, I think you must have misunderstood. I really didn't take anyone's money, and I only wrote the report because a customer from your shop called me …" Han Jian's expression was a little pale, and he was still explaining. He really wanted to run, but he didn't dare to, because he was worried that if he ran, Shangguan Yong would immediately make a move, so he could only stall for time as much as possible, hoping that someone had already called the police. That way, when the police arrived, he would be safe.
"Bullsh * t!" Shangguan Yong waved the Pig Slaughtering Knife, feeling rather agitated, "You didn't confiscate the money? Your family has two two-hundred-square-meter mansions. Although you only drive a Honda, your wife drives an Audi A8. Your wife doesn't even have a job yet. You're a reporter. If you haven't received any dirty money, where did you get so much money? "
Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at Han Jian at the same time. The other people in the newspaper were all a little surprised. Han Jian was actually this rich? If what Shangguan Yong said was true, then Han Jian might really have a problem. Although the reporter wasn't a low-income person, a luxurious house and a luxurious car wasn't something that a reporter could afford.
"I, I don't have that much money …" You must be mistaken … "Han Jian was still denying it.
"Han Jian, I've already hired a private detective to investigate everything about you. You claim to be some righteous reporter, but in private, you've done all sorts of bad things. I don't have anything left anyway, so I'll just treat it as getting rid of the evil for the people!" Shangguan Yong was clearly impatient with Han Jian's explanation. He no longer hesitated and stabbed towards Han Jian with the Pig Slaughtering Knife. In his heart, he still had a thought, he was not killing a person, he was killing a pig, no, this Han Jian, he was even worse than a pig!
Fang Chan, who was closer to Han Jian, let out a scream. Han Jian's face instantly turned abnormally pale. He wanted to dodge, but under the immense fear, his body was completely out of control. He just stood there, not moving an inch, and watched helplessly as the Pig Slaughtering Knife stabbed towards his chest.
The moment the tip of the knife was about to pierce into Han Jian's chest, Han Jian only had one thought in his mind: "Ten thousand yuan to lose my life, it really isn't worth it."
The so-called ten thousand yuan was actually the reward for reporting on Shangguan Yong's pastry shop. Of course, the person who asked him to report on it was naturally not Shangguan Yong, but someone who had a grudge with Shangguan Yong. And that person had only used ten thousand yuan to tear Shangguan Yong's family to pieces.
"Hey, wait a minute and kill again!" At this moment, an unhappy voice was heard.
The expected pain did not come. Han Jian could not help but open his eyes and look down. He could not help but break out in a cold sweat. His Pig Slaughtering Knife was less than a centimeter away from his chest.
Amidst his fear, Han Jian was also very glad, because he saw two fingers pinching the Pig Slaughtering Knife, and it was these two fingers that prevented the Pig Slaughtering Knife from going any further. At this moment, Han Jian no longer had the time to think about why these two fingers could pinch the knife, he only hurriedly raised his head to look at the owner of the two fingers, wanting to know who had saved his life.
Then, Han Jian saw a relatively thin youth. He was around 170 centimeters tall, dressed casually, and looked ordinary. There was nothing special about him.
"Who are you? Why are you helping this bastard? "At this moment, Shangguan Yong was looking at the youth angrily. He wanted to pull back the Pig Slaughtering Knife, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.
"My name is Summer, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, the number one sky in the world." The youth glanced at Shangguan Yong, "Do you want to kill this guy?"
"That's right, I want to stab this bastard to death!" Shangguan Yong said angrily.
"Oh, then wait a moment. I want to ask this guy a question first." Xia Zhi turned his head to look at Han Jian, "Hey, is that guy called Longsword you?"
"You, why are you looking for the longsword?" Han Jian was a little uneasy. The longsword was the pen name he used in the Jianghai Express.
"Why do you care what I'm looking for him for?" Xia Zhi was a little unhappy, "Tell me quickly, right?"
"He's that bastard Longsword. His real name is Han Jian, and the pen name he used in the newspaper is Longsword!" Shangguan Yong suddenly followed up, "Now that you know, can you let me kill this bastard?"
Xia Zhi shook his head, "No."
"So you're the same as this bastard reporter!" Shangguan Yong was instantly infuriated.
Xia Chen stared at Shangguan Yong with dissatisfaction: "Hey, old man, don't spout nonsense, who's the same as that guy? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!
"" If you're not with him, then why are you helping him? "Shangguan Yong asked angrily.
"Is there something wrong with your head? When did I help him?" Xia Zhi snappily said.
Shangguan Yong was almost angered to the point of bursting. This guy had already blocked the knife for him, yet he still said he didn't help Han Jian?
"If you hadn't caught the blade, I would have already killed this bastard!" Shangguan Yong roared.
Xia Zhi nodded, "That's right, if I didn't catch the blade, this idiot would have been killed by you. If you want to kill this idiot, how am I going to beat him up?"
At this point, Xia Zhi exerted a little force with his two fingers, causing Shangguan Yong to lose his balance and stagger back a few steps.
"Hey, idiot, you wrote this, right?" Xia Zhi took out a newspaper from his pocket. It was the Jianghai Express, then pointed at the headline and asked Han Jian.
"Yes, it's me, may I ask you …" Han Jian didn't react for a moment. Why did his savior seem to want to settle the score with him?
"As long as it's you." Xia Zhi suddenly raised his hand, and the newspaper suddenly became hard. Then, the newspaper fiercely slapped Han Jian's cheek.
"Pah!" The newspaper hit Han Jian's face, making a crisp sound.
"Ugh!" Han Jian let out a painful groan.
Everyone else in the newspaper was stunned. What was going on?
Shangguan Yong, who was about to pounce on him with the Pig Slaughtering Knife, was also stunned. What was this person doing? He didn't want him to kill Han Jian, but he was hitting Han Jian here?
"You, why did you hit me?" Han Jian was still a little dizzy.
"Because you idiot spoke ill of my wife!" Xia Zhi took the newspaper and slapped it again.
"Ugh!" Han Jian let out another blood-curdling scream. He held his cheek and retreated, "You, who is your wife?"
"My wife, she's the prettiest big sister police flower, cold!" Xia Zhi appeared in front of Han Jian in a flash, then used the newspaper to slap him.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the newspaper office understood that it was because of today's headline report.
"Hey, why are you like this?" We, the reporters, have the right to report, how can you casually hit people? "At this moment, Fang Chan shouted angrily from the side. Seeing her idol being beaten up so badly, she couldn't bear to watch any longer. In the end, she even threatened," I've already called the police. The police will be here soon! "
"I'll beat up whoever dares to speak ill of my wife. I don't care if he's a reporter or not." Xia Chen replied disapprovingly, and then the newspaper landed on Han Jian's face. At this moment, Han Jian's face was already swollen to the point that it looked more like a pig's head than a pig's head.
"Hey, Leng Han can do those shameless things, and you still can't let others say it …" "Hmm …" Before Fang Chan could finish her sentence, she felt a sharp pain coming from her lower abdomen. Then, she flew into the air and fell heavily to the ground.
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