Xue Yu and Han Jun caught Reporter Fan, found a place, and planned to ask some questions themselves.
Reporter Fan was kicked to the ground by Xue Yu, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up the broken glasses and put them on: "I know you want to use me to deal with Han Cheng, one million, give me one million I will help you, but you have to protect my safety,"
"Are you crazy about money? I'll give you one million and you can spend it as long as you want." Xue Yu walked up to him and kicked him.
Reporter Fan smiled slightly and adjusted the glasses on his face: "The most you can do is give me a good beating. It is impossible to kill me. But if Han Cheng dares to kill me, I will take the risk and get enough benefits."
It turns out that this guy is a scum who will do anything for money. Xue Yu smiled cruelly: "I can beat you to half a disability but I won't kill you."
"You really dare to do this, but you are the kind of policeman who abides by the law. As long as you want to be a policeman, you will not do such a thing. I study psychology." Reporter Fan was beaten quite badly by Xue Yu , but still calm and composed.
He has studied Xue Yu, Han Jun, and Chen Zhe. Although Reporter Fan is not familiar with them, he knows him well.
Han Jun smiled: "Reporter Fan, we can't touch you, but someone wants to meet you. You should know that Chen Zhe has been hurt a lot by you,"
"Are you trying to scare me? Team Han, Chen Zhe is still in the detention center and I can't see him," Reporter Fan said confidently.
"I'll call him out..." Han Jun smiled without answering and walked behind the car repair shop.
This is a car repair shop run by Han Jun's friend. Since business has been slow these days, we simply gave the car repairmen a day off in the afternoon and left the place to Xue Yu and Han Jun.
The place they were in was a car repair place, and the small room in the back was for the car repairmen who stayed here. It was simple and dirty. Han Jun came to the back, took out the charm that Chen Zhe had given him, found a lighter, and lit it on the charm.
The blue flames of surprise ignited, and the burned charm was still there, but the color was a little lighter.
This talisman has the imprint of Chen Zhe's soul on it. Chen Zhe in the Nascent Soul stage can use the power of the talisman to come here. This is the Yueyang School's method of drawing talismans. It was given by Ding Xiran. Even Tianxin Pavilion does not have this method.
Halfway through the flames, the shadow of Chen Zhe's soul appeared in it. When the flames extinguished, Chen Zhe was already standing on the ground: "Captain Han, this talisman is very expensive,"
"Anyway, you gave it to me," Han Jun clapped his hands: "Only a rogue like you can deal with a scholar like Reporter Fan, so I called you here."
Damn, who is the gangster?
Chen Zhe rolled his eyes helplessly. Did he give others this impression?
"Okay, I actually want to see Reporter Fan..."
The Xue brothers and sisters did not know how to practice spiritual practice. When they saw that Chen Zhe really appeared as Han Jun said, they were shocked. Xue Qian was better, but she blinked a few times and looked at Chen Zhe in surprise.
"Brother-in-law, how did you get here? You escaped from prison," Xue Yu rushed over and hugged Chen Zhe. Seeing this, he wanted to kiss Chen Zhe on the face.
Chen Zhe laughed: "I'm waiting for you here,"
After a few vague sentences, Xue Yu was not a practitioner, and Chen Zhe did not dare to tell him these things. It would cause trouble for himself and for him.
He walked up to Reporter Fan: "We met Reporter Fan, I think you should recognize me,"
"Chen...Chen Zhe," Reporter Fan's expression changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost: "Aren't you already taken to the detention center? How did you get out?"
Chen Zhe squatted in front of him and patted his face: "You don't need to worry about this issue, but my current situation is all thanks to you. How do you think I should deal with you?"
Reporter Fan had a look of horror on his face. He had studied Chen Zhe and knew that he was a person who could not be measured by common sense.
He was more afraid of Chen Zhe than Xue Yu and others.
Chen Zhe pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Reporter Fan: "Time is precious. I will have other things to do later, so I won't talk in circles. I need evidence of your transaction with Han Cheng, and I need you to turn against Han Cheng online and attack Han Cheng."
"As I said just now, I want one million and my safety is guaranteed, and I don't want to go to jail," Reporter Fan said, looking at Chen Zhe.
Chen Zhe smiled: "I don't have any money. This is not a request. I'll give you ten seconds to think about it."
After saying that, he looked at Reporter Fan with a smile, and Reporter Fan's cold sweat dropped drop by drop from his forehead...
"Okay, it's ten seconds. Since you don't agree, I'll give you a ride."
Chen Zhe picked up Reporter Fan by the back of his neck and dragged him directly on the ground: "How do you want to die? Buried alive, thrown to death, or burned to death,"
"You...you can't kill me," Reporter Fan said with a pale face.
Chen Zhe shook his head: "What we are discussing now is your way of death. Look, you are going off topic."
Reporter Fan felt cold in his heart. Being familiar with psychology, he felt that Chen Zhe was not joking. This lunatic really wanted to kill him. I am afraid that he not only wanted to kill himself, but also wanted to kill Han Cheng...
"It's useful if you keep me," Reporter Fan struggled a few times under Chen Zhe's hand. Unfortunately, he was a scholar and his strength was too weak to break away at all.
Chen Zhe glanced at him with disdain and carried him forward: "You really feel that you are indispensable. You are throwing dirty water on me on the Internet. I have already solved part of it. As long as you disappear, even if I don't do anything, Action, those netizens will forget about it by then,”
Reporter Fan knew what he said was true.
Netizens usually have a strong sense of justice, but they are also prone to hearing and believing things. When they see unfair things mentioned on the Internet, they easily believe and get excited, and can easily be taken advantage of.
But they are forgetful, and hot Internet events come one after another. As long as there is no follow-up on the matter hyped by reporter Fan, they will immediately be attracted by other things and forget about it.
Chen Zhe continued: "What I want is evidence of the deal between you and Han Cheng, but this is the icing on the cake, not a timely help. Han Cheng will be doomed without you,"
"Aren't you afraid that the law will pursue you?" Reporter Fan asked tremblingly.
Chen Zhe mentioned that he paused heavily on the ground: "A person like you has the nerve to bring up the law. When Hancheng is finished, it will be difficult to blame your death on him. Anyway, he has done a lot of bad things, and he is not bad at all." pieces,"
Throwing Reporter Fan to the ground, Chen Zhe saw the ten kilogram barrel next to him: "There happens to be oil here,"
He pulled a bucket over and poured it on Reporter Fan. A choking smell came out. Chen Zhe smiled and said: "I heard that you have a good rapport with women. Han Cheng has played with at least four or five women who have a relationship with you." Brothers’ women, those who have played with friends, do you think those women of yours can run away? I heard that you also have a teenage daughter. It’s a pity..."
Reporter Fan was horrified by what he heard. He had also studied Han Cheng and knew that Han Cheng had always been immoral when it came to women, even a little perverted... Chen Zhe said it was very possible.
"I'll do it, I agree," Reporter Fan nodded crazily, sweating profusely.
On the edge of downtown Jiangcheng, in a residential complex, a middle-aged woman riding a three-wheeler stood at the door and said to the security guard on guard: "Brother, can you let me in to pick up some garbage?"
"No, we won't let garbage pickers in now..."
The security guard waved his hand impatiently, took out a cigarette and lit it, took a pleasant puff, frowned and looked at his cigarette case: "Oh, the cigarette is gone again..."
He glanced at the middle-aged woman, who immediately understood: "Brother, wait a moment..."
In less than five minutes, the middle-aged woman came back and handed over a five-dollar box of cigarettes: "Brother, take it and smoke it,"
"I'll give you half an hour. I'll come out as soon as I finish picking." The security guard looked around, put the cigarette in his pocket, and opened the door bar.
After the middle-aged woman rode the tricycle in, the security guard took out the intercom: "The woman picking up garbage has gone in and is heading to Area D. Get ready..."
Didi didi.
An Audi car drove up and parked in front of the door. The owner of the car impatiently honked the horn a few times. Residents in the community all had sensor door cards. When the car drove over, the crossbar lifted up on its own.
The security guard came over respectfully: "Sir, are you a resident of our community? If not, you are not allowed in..."
"Open the door quickly, we are from the municipal party committee, don't waste our time," the young man in the passenger seat held out a work permit, and the security guard had no choice but to open the door angrily, let the car in, and saluted.
When the car drove away, he sighed: "It's amazing to be an official. Bah, it's not unjust even if I'm shot."
When he said this, the cigarette he was holding was extorted from the middle-aged woman...
There are indeed a lot of garbage bottles and paper boxes in the community. The middle-aged women carefully opened the garbage cans and picked out the ones that could be sold for money. They carefully put the rest back, not daring to mess up the garbage. The car is not easy to collect.
It cost only a dime for a bottle, so I picked up about thirty of them in a short time, and I almost got my money back.
As the middle-aged woman was about to leave on her bicycle, several security guards with batons on their waists came over and said, "Don't you know that you are not allowed to come in to pick up garbage in the community? Whoever lets you in will confiscate the three-wheeler."
As they said that, they were about to push the car away, and the middle-aged woman went crazy and came to protect her. But how could a middle-aged woman compete with several big and thick men?
The car was pulled away, and she shouted anxiously from behind: "Brother, don't confiscate it. I sneaked in by myself. I have something to say..."
She was afraid of causing trouble to the security guard at the door, so she didn't dare to say that it was the door that let her in.
Several security guards stopped, and the leader turned around and said, "Really, it's okay if you don't confiscate it, and you'll be fined one hundred..."
The middle-aged woman was shaken and burst into tears: "Brother, I don't have that much money. Besides, I only spent eighty yuan to buy this tricycle. I won't be fined less,"
"eighty,"
"Is twenty okay?"
"You think it's bargaining, no,"
"I...I only have forty dollars,"
"Bring it here, let me tell you that we are not arbitrarily imposing fines. This is the rule of the community. Come to our office and I will issue you a receipt," the leading security guard said sternly.
The middle-aged woman went to the security team with the leading security guard. When she came back, the tire had been punctured and even the bottles she picked up were gone.
This middle-aged woman pushed the tricycle out of the community while wiping away tears...
After she left the security team's office, the leading security guard sat on a chair, and a middle-aged man next to him handed a red pagoda mountain: "Thank you, Captain Hao, take it back and smoke it,"
Captain Hao patted his chest: "Don't worry, from now on only you can pick out the garbage in the community. This is called a monopoly."
"Hey...thank you Captain Hao for taking care of me,"
The middle-aged woman who had been fined was already crying profusely on the way home while pushing her cart.
When I returned home, it was already dark. There was a young man squatting at the door of the house. The middle-aged woman saw him and said, "You are looking for someone."
"Auntie, it's you I'm waiting for. Is your surname Gan?" The young man stood up. He had thick eyebrows and a pair of shining eyes full of gentle smiles...
"You are a descendant," the middle-aged woman looked at him doubtfully.
The young man smiled: "My surname is Chen, and my name is Chen Zhe."
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Sorry everyone, this chapter is late. I was busier than usual on weekends, so I just finished it~