"Wrong! Keep beating me!" Luo Xichen narrowed his eyes in displeasure, and with a command, the sound of the steel rod breaking bones sounded again.
"Ahhh——" The little reporter's screams and cries echoed in V9.
However, the soundproofing effect of the room is excellent, and coupled with the exciting and unrestrained electronic music outside, the miserable screams are completely locked inside the V9.
After beating him for more than a dozen times, Luo Xichen slowly raised his hand to signal to stop.
He looked down at the little reporter below, as if he were looking at a lower creature like a reptile.
"Let me tell you where you are wrong. You should not slander Wan Qing. Anyone who attempts to smear her should die. Among all newspapers and media, your Tianxia Weekly is the most arrogant and the most vicious."
The reporter looked panicked, with blood and tears intertwined on his face, and begged: "Master Luo, you really don't care about my business - this stepfather scandal was also revealed to me by an anonymous woman.
She was the first to reveal all the information and photos to our magazine. She is the culprit. I just happened to plan this page. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me!"
Luo Xichen snorted coldly, knowing in his heart that the "anonymous woman" mentioned by this reporter must be Su Jiuge. He must find out the details of Su Jiuge as soon as possible. She is too dangerous.
"Okay, you can go."
The reporter whose right hand was disabled was stunned and looked at Luo Xichen in a daze, forgetting to get up from the ground.
"Do you know what you will say when you get back?"
The reporter from Tianxia Weekly hurriedly said: "I accidentally injured myself outside."
"Wrong!" Luo Xichen sneered coldly.
The reporter was so frightened that he almost peed. He cried and said, "Please give me some advice from Mr. Luo."
Luo Xichen's lips curled up slightly and he said slowly: "I heard that you have reported a lot of gossipy news about Bo Yan."
"...Yes, yes." The young reporter shivered. He had a bright mind and quickly understood the meaning of the terrifying man in front of him. "Bo Yan asked someone to destroy my right hand."
The curve of Luo Xichen's lips gradually widened, and he threw over a document and said: "This is all the detailed information about Bo Yan's little lover Tang Niange. I believe that you will not succumb to evil forces because of your physical disability and your strong will."
The young reporter picked up the information and flipped through a few pages, his face glowing with excitement. There were too many shady things about the popular artist Tang Niange in it, which was undoubtedly a great opportunity for Tianxia Weekly.
"Thank you, Master Luo. Thank you, Master Luo." The little reporter couldn't help but be so happy that he even forgot about the pain on his hand.
"If you work for me, the benefits will naturally come from you." With that said, Luo Xichen took out a bank card from his arms and threw it into the hands of the young reporter.
"There are half a million in it. Go to the hospital and take a good look at your hands."
The young reporter held the card, and his whole body was shaking with excitement. He had been a reporter for more than ten years, and with a meager salary, he had never seen such a huge amount of money.
"Master Luo, you are really my great benefactor."
"Okay, let's go out." Luo Xichen waved his hand and turned his head.
After the handicapped young reporter took the money and went out, Chris quickly asked someone to change the carpet. It was stained with blood and looked very uncomfortable.
"Boss, according to your instructions, the Qinglong Gang, the largest underground gang in City X, has been shut down. Their boss has been killed by our people-"
With that said, Chris stretched out his right hand and gestured to his neck. "Wrong! Keep beating me!" Luo Xichen narrowed his eyes in displeasure, and with an order, the sound of the steel rod breaking bones was heard again.
Rings.
"Ahhh——" The little reporter's screams and cries echoed in V9.
However, the soundproofing effect of the room is excellent, and coupled with the exciting and unrestrained electronic music outside, the miserable screams are completely locked inside the V9.
After beating him for more than a dozen times, Luo Xichen slowly raised his hand to signal to stop.
He looked down at the little reporter below, as if he were looking at a lower creature like a reptile.
"Let me tell you where you are wrong. You should not slander Wan Qing. Anyone who attempts to smear her should die. Among all newspapers and media, your Tianxia Weekly is the most arrogant and the most vicious."
The reporter looked panicked, with blood and tears intertwined on his face, and begged: "Master Luo, you really don't care about my business - this stepfather scandal was also revealed to me by an anonymous woman.
She was the first to reveal all the information and photos to our magazine. She is the culprit. I just happened to plan this page. I know I was wrong. Please forgive me!"
Luo Xichen snorted coldly, knowing in his heart that the "anonymous woman" mentioned by this reporter must be Su Jiuge. He must find out the details of Su Jiuge as soon as possible. She is too dangerous.
"Okay, you can go."
The reporter whose right hand was disabled was stunned and looked at Luo Xichen in a daze, forgetting to get up from the ground.
"Do you know what you will say when you get back?"
The reporter from Tianxia Weekly hurriedly said: "I accidentally injured myself outside."
"Wrong!" Luo Xichen sneered coldly.
The reporter was so frightened that he almost peed. He cried and said, "Please give me some advice from Mr. Luo."
Luo Xichen's lips curled up slightly and he said slowly: "I heard that you have reported a lot of gossipy news about Bo Yan."
"...Yes, yes." The young reporter shivered. He had a bright mind and quickly understood the meaning of the terrifying man in front of him. "Bo Yan asked someone to destroy my right hand."
The curve of Luo Xichen's lips gradually widened, and he threw over a document and said: "This is all the detailed information about Bo Yan's little lover Tang Niange. I believe that you will not succumb to evil forces because of your physical disability and your strong will."
The young reporter picked up the information and flipped through a few pages, his face glowing with excitement. There were too many shady things about the popular artist Tang Niange in it, which was undoubtedly a great opportunity for Tianxia Weekly.
"Thank you, Master Luo. Thank you, Master Luo." The little reporter couldn't help but be so happy that he even forgot about the pain on his hand.
"If you work for me, the benefits will naturally come from you." With that said, Luo Xichen took out a bank card from his arms and threw it into the hands of the young reporter.
"There are half a million in it. Go to the hospital and take a good look at your hands."
The young reporter held the card, and his whole body was shaking with excitement. He had been a reporter for more than ten years, and with a meager salary, he had never seen such a huge amount of money.
"Master Luo, you are really my great benefactor."
"Okay, let's go out." Luo Xichen waved his hand and turned his head.
After the handicapped young reporter took the money and went out, Chris quickly asked someone to change the carpet. It was stained with blood and looked very uncomfortable.
"Boss, according to your instructions, the Qinglong Gang, the largest underground gang in City X, has been shut down. Their boss has been killed by our people-"
As he spoke, Chris stretched out his right hand and gestured to his neck.