In the security room, several strong security guards were holding a baton in their hands, standing there fiercely, in the corner of the wall, squatting at the middle-aged man who was sent over in the conference room just now. At this time, he was still holding the paint bucket in his hand. In fact, it was not that he didn't want to throw it away, but that these security guards did not let him throw it away. In order to maintain the scene as much as possible, the middle-aged man even kept the movements in his hands exactly the same as before.

"Damn it, stand up, try moving again?" Seeing the middle-aged man's calves moving, a security guard couldn't help but curse. The middle-aged man, whose calves were a little soft, heard the security guard's words, and his calves were so scared that his calves softened and he sat on the ground all of a sudden.

"Damn, I told you not to move, but you still dare to move?" When I saw the middle-aged man sitting on the ground, the security guard jumped up in anger, picked up the baton in his hand and rushed over. While rushing over, he shouted loudly: "Hey, monster, take my old Sun!"

When Zhao Xiaohan said this, he just pushed open the door of the security room. As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but burst out laughing. The 21st century is not lacking talents, but lacking eyes to discover talents. This young man is not applying for Journey to the West crew and being a small security guard. Isn't it really a waste of talents?

"Uh, Mr. Zhao..." The little security guard who had just raised the baton in his hand turned his head when he heard the laughter. When he saw Zhao Xiaohan with a smile on his face, he scratched his head embarrassedly. He also knew that what he said just now must have been heard by Zhao Xiaohan.

"It's okay, continue your great cause of demon removal. Don't let these demons and monsters hurt your master. Wukong, please take good care of you." Looking at the embarrassed appearance of the little security guard, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but tease him. When he heard Zhao Xiaohan's joke, the little security guard laughed even more embarrassedly.

When he walked into the front, the middle-aged man was squatting there carefully, looking around. When he saw Zhao Xiaohan, a trace of fear flashed across his face. When he touched the middle-aged man's eyes, Zhao Xiaohan gently squinted his eyes, squatted down, and said softly: "Do you know me?"

"Know." Sure enough, the middle-aged man nodded after hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words. Seeing the middle-aged man's nod, a faint smile appeared on Zhao Xiaohan's face. It seemed that this time someone was deliberately targeting him. However, thinking of this, Zhao Xiaohan chuckled and continued to speak: "Since you know who I am, I must also know my methods?"

"I've heard of it." The middle-aged man swallowed gently and nodded. When facing Zhao Xiaohan, he always felt a sense of pressure to breathe. Although he also knew that he was more than teenagers than this young man, sometimes things like aura are really not determined by age.

"Cooperate with me well, I'm actually very easy-going." Zhao Xiaohan smiled and pulled a chair, took out a pack of cigarettes, handed it to the middle-aged man, lit one himself, took a sip, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, there is no poison in the cigarette."

After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, the middle-aged man nodded, picked up a cigarette, looked at it, lit his right hand with trembling, took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at Zhao Xiaohan's pretty face, lowered his head, and said nothing. In this way, after a long silence, Zhao Xiaohan finally spoke again: "Okay, let's have a good chat now, who sent you here?"

"I don't know." The middle-aged man shook his head, looking confused.

"I don't know?" Zhao Xiaohan frowned, raised his eyes, and said coldly: "I'm very dissatisfied with your attitude. Don't you want to cooperate with me well?"

"I really don't know." As soon as Zhao Xiaohan's tone changed, the middle-aged man suddenly panicked: "I just received a letter asking me to bring a bucket of paint to your press conference. The man who was thrown in a black suit would give me 100,000 yuan. They had already paid a deposit of 50,000 yuan in advance, and I would give the rest to me after I poured paint."

"How did you know my identity?" Since I was letting paint on Chen Siwen, it proves that the other party doesn't want to do it directly to him. Of course, it may be that the other party is self-aware. If the paint is on him, Zhao Xiaohan must have enough time to dodge it. It is very likely that their purpose will be squandered.

"They gave me a photo of you, and told me to avoid you and take advantage of your absence." The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Zhao Xiaohan carefully and said, "I have also checked your information online and asked about your identity with friends on the road. I know that you used to be a gangster and are very famous in Yanjing, but now you have bleached and do serious business. However, I have heard of your grudges with the Fourth Young Master of Beijing at that time."

"Haha." Listening to the middle-aged man reporting his information carefully, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but smile: "Since I know my identity, I dare to pour paint? Are you not afraid, I lost your life for the hundred thousand yuan? Is that hundred thousand yuan more valuable, or is your life more valuable?"

As he said that, a playful expression appeared on Zhao Xiaohan's face. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a faint playfulness appeared on the corners of his mouth. It made the middle-aged man thrilling, for fear that Zhao Xiaohan would attack him if he was unhappy. He knew that how could a person who even the fourth young master in the capital dared to cut him care about the life of an unknown man?

"I can't do it." A bitterness appeared on the middle-aged man's face: "I didn't dare to provoke you, but they told me that if I didn't agree, I would attack me tonight. I wanted to escape while you were away, but I didn't expect that I would fail."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man sighed deeply. He also knew that this time, he had suffered a defeat and provoked Zhao Xiaohan, so he would not have any good ending.

"The mentality of luck is not very good." After all, the middle-aged man just had a trace of luck, hoping to escape while he was away. Unfortunately, he made a mistake. He did not expect that the security measures here were so strict, and he did not expect that he had just taken action and was brought here.

"No matter whether you are threatened or have the last resort, you have to pay the same price to do something wrong, do you know?" After a long silence, Zhao Xiaohan spoke softly again. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, the middle-aged man nodded and said softly: "I know, no matter how you punish me, I am willing to accept it."

"Don't you beg for mercy?" Seeing the middle-aged man accepting calmly, Zhao Xiaohan felt a little curious. If he were to beg for some gangsters at this time, he would definitely kneel down and beg for mercy to let them go once, but this middle-aged man was so ordinary that he allowed him to punish him, which made Zhao Xiaohan feel quite interesting.

"Don't beg for mercy." The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I know, begging for mercy is useless. I was already prepared when I came. It's better to bet once. If I lose the bet, I will die. If I win the bet, I will leave Yanjing and never come to this ghost place again."

"What's your name?" Zhao Xiaohan did not take action, but asked this question instead. After hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, the middle-aged man gently sniffed the cigarette in his hand, then threw it away with his hand, raised his head and said, "My name is Wu Zheng, let's do it, Mr. Zhao."

"Haha, Wu Zheng, a good name." Zhao Xiaohan smiled slightly, nodded, stood up, and said softly: "It's a man, you go, let you go today, but you are leaving Yanjing. I don't want to see you again in Yanjing in the future. After going back, remember to take away your other 50,000 yuan."

"You let me go?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Xiaohan incredibly. This was completely different from the usual rumors. The rumors in the world were that this person was a cruel and ruthless person. None of the people who offended him had a good ending. How could he let himself go so easily?

"Don't want to leave?" Zhao Xiaohan laughed and laughed.

"Think." The middle-aged man nodded and stood up. Although he didn't know whether Zhao Xiaohan deliberately wanted to play tricks on himself or really wanted to let him go, he had to seize such an opportunity to leave. Whether it was true or false, what if it was true?

"Then you are not leaving? If I regret it later, you will not be able to leave." Zhao Xiaohan smiled, turned around, closed his eyes gently, and spoke in a few words: "1."

Hearing the numbers in Zhao Xiaohan's mouth, the middle-aged man gritted his teeth, looked at Zhao Xiaohan's proud and upright back, bowed gently, said thank you, stomped his feet, raised his steps and walked out. After the middle-aged man left, Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and smiled, and opened his eyes.

"Mr. Zhao, just let him go?" After seeing the middle-aged man leave, the little security guard couldn't help speaking. After hearing the little security guard's words, Zhao Xiaohan smiled and said, "What's the use of not letting him go? He didn't know anything. It was just a chess piece. His function had been used up. Leaving him was just a waste of life."

"Mr. Zhao, you are a good person." Hearing Zhao Xiaohan's words, the little security guard couldn't help but say this. After hearing the little security guard's words, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and said to himself: "Good person? Maybe, I'm really a good person?"
Chapter completed!