Flower Master in the City

Chapter 393. Waiting to Kill

This 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 thin man in his fifties with messy hair and a haggard face, currently glaring at Han Jian.

"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that this skinny man looked a little familiar, but he couldn\'t recall his name. He also didn\'t know where he had seen him before.

"Who am I?" The petite man roared at Han Jian, "You black-hearted journalist whose conscience has been eaten by dogs. You destroyed my Shangguan family, but you don\'t even remember who I am?"

"Shangguan Family?" A thought flashed through Han Jian\'s mind, and he carefully looked at the petite man for a while before asking in surprise, "You are Shangguan Yong?"

"Do you remember me now?" The petite man, also known as Shangguan Yong, looked at Han Jian with hatred.

"Of course I remember. Aren\'t you the owner of the black-hearted pastry shop who makes snacks out of expired materials?" Han Jian said in disdain, "Why?" What business do you have with me? "

Under normal circumstances, Han Jian would remember every subject that he had reported on, and the reason why he did not recognize Shangguan Yong was because almost half a year had passed since then, and Shangguan Yong\'s image had changed too much, but with Shangguan Yong\'s reminder, he immediately remembered. After all, the surname Shangguan was not often seen.

"I didn\'t use the expiration date, it was you, the bastard, who accepted other people\'s money and purposely came to discredit me!" Shangguan Yong roared at Han Jian, "You unscrupulous black-hearted journalist, you are only concerned with collecting money, you are not responsible at all. You caused the collapse of my ancestral pastry shop, you caused my wife to break up, I\'m going to fight you to the death today!"

Saying this, Shangguan Yong brought the hand he had been holding behind his back to the front of the newspaper. Then, they couldn\'t help but cry out in alarm, because they all saw Shangguan Yong holding a pig slaughtering knife!

Han Jian\'s expression also changed slightly, he subconsciously took a step back, but soon discovered that there was no other way out. He could only force out a smile and said with a gentle tone, "Shangguan Yong, you\'re mistaken, I only wrote the report based on the facts I saw. I did indeed discover that your pastry shop used expired ingredients, but as for whether or not you were framed by someone else, I don\'t know."

"Bullshit!" Shangguan Yong roared angrily, "Han Jian, I\'ve already hired people to investigate you, you are a f * * king black-hearted journalist who specifically collects money to write reports to harm others!"

Shangguan Yong said this as he raised his Pig Slaughtering Knife and approached Han Jian. Judging from his posture, it seemed he really intended to chop him down.

"Um, Shangguan Yong, I think you must have misunderstood. I really didn\'t take anyone\'s money, and I only wrote the news reports because your customers called me …" He wanted to run, but he did not dare to, because he was worried that if he ran, Shangguan Yong would immediately take action, so he could only try his best to stall for time, hoping that someone had already called the police, because once the police arrived, he would be basically safe.

"Bullshit!" Shangguan Yong waved his Pig Slaughtering Knife, he was rather excited, "You didn\'t confiscate the money? "Your family has two sets of two hundred square meters, although your car is only in Honda, but your wife drives an Audi A8, and your wife doesn\'t even have a job yet. You\'re just a reporter, if you confiscate the black money, then where did you get all this money from?"

Dozens of pairs of eyes turned to look at Han Jian at the same time. Everyone in the newspaper was a little surprised, Han Jian was actually so rich? If Shangguan Yong\'s words were true, then Han Jian really had a problem. Although the reporters were not from a low income group, but a luxurious car in a mansion was not something 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 asked the private investigator to investigate everything about you. You flaunted yourself as a righteous journalist, but in private, you\'ve done all sorts of bad things. I don\'t have anything left anyway, so now I\'ll just treat it as removing harm for the people!" Shangguan Yong was obviously impatient with Han Jian\'s explanation, and without further hesitation, he grabbed his Pig Slaughtering Knife and stabbed it towards Han Jian. In his heart, he had another thought, he was not killing people, he was killing pigs, no, this Han Jian was not even comparable to pigs!

Han Jian\'s face instantly became abnormally pale. He wanted to dodge, but under his great fear, at this moment, his body was no longer under his control, and he just stood there on the spot, not moving at all as he watched the Pig Slaughtering Knife pierce towards his chest.

When the blade was about to pierce into Han Jian\'s chest, Han Jian only had this thought in his mind, "10,000 yuan is truly not worth it."

The so-called 10,000 yuan, was actually the reward Han Jian had reported about Shangguan Yong\'s pastry shop. Of course, what he reported was not Shangguan Yong, but someone who had enmity with Shangguan Yong, and that person had destroyed Shangguan Yong\'s family with just 10,000 yuan.

"Hey, wait a bit!" At this moment, an unhappy voice could be heard.

The anticipated 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. The Pig Slaughtering Knife was now less than a centimeter away from his chest.

It was precisely these two fingers that had prevented the Pig Slaughtering Knife from progressing any further. At this moment, Han Jian no longer had the time to think about why the two fingers could hold onto the knife, so he quickly raised his head to look at the owner of the two fingers, wanting to know who saved his life.

Then, Han Jian saw a relatively thin youth with a height of over 170 centimeters. He was dressed casually and looked ordinary. There was nothing special about him.

"Who are you? "Why are you helping this bastard?" Shangguan Yong looked at the young man angrily. He wanted to take back his Pig Slaughtering Knife, but he found that he could not move it no matter how hard he tried.

"My name is Summer. It\'s Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter. I\'m the best in the world." The teenager looked at Shangguan Yong, "Do you want to kill this fellow?"

"That\'s right, I want to stab this bastard to death!" Shangguan Yong said angrily.

"Oh, then wait a moment. I need to ask this guy a question first." Summer turned to look at Han Jian. "Hey, is that longsword guy you?"

"You, why are you looking for a longsword?" Han Jian felt a little uneasy. The long sword was the pen name he used in the Jiang Hai News.

"Why do you care?" Summer was a little unhappy. "Don\'t you think so?"

"He\'s that bastard Long Jian. His name is Han Jian, and his name is Long Jian in the newspapers!" Shangguan Yong suddenly interrupted, "Now that you know about it, can you let me kill this bastard?"

Summer shook her head. "No."

"So it turns out that you\'re the same as this scoundrel reporter!" Shangguan Yong was furious.

Xia Xia unhappily glared at Shangguan Yong: Hey, old man, don\'t speak nonsense, who\'s the same as that fellow? If you say anymore nonsense, I\'ll beat you up! "

"If you weren\'t with him, then why did you help him?" Shangguan Yong asked angrily.

"Is there something wrong with your head? When did I help him?" Xia Xia snappily said.

Shangguan Yong was almost on the verge of exploding in anger. This fellow had already helped her block the sabre, and he still said he hadn\'t helped Han Jian?

"If you didn\'t catch the knife, I would have already killed this bastard!" Shangguan Yong roared.

Xia Xia nodded: "That\'s right, if I don\'t catch the knife, then this idiot would be killed by you. If you want to kill this idiot, then how am I supposed to beat him up?"

As he said that, he used a little bit of strength with two of his fingers, causing Shangguan Yong to lose his balance, and he staggered back a few steps.

"Hey, idiot. You wrote this, didn\'t you?" Xia took out a newspaper from his pocket. It was the Jiang Hai Express. Then, he pointed at the headlines and asked Han Jian.

"It\'s, it\'s me, may I ask you..." Han Jian couldn\'t react in time. Why did this savior seem to want to settle the score with him?

"As long as it\'s you." Summer suddenly raised her hand, the newspaper suddenly became stiff, and then, the newspaper fiercely slapped Han Jian\'s cheek.

"Pah!" The newspaper landed on Han Jian\'s face with 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 had been about to charge forward with the Pig Slaughtering Knife, was also stunned. Just what was this person doing? He was not allowed to kill Han Jian, but he was actually allowed to beat up Han Jian here?

"You, why did you hit me?" Han Jian was still feeling dizzy.

"Because you idiot said bad things about my wife!" Summer fanned the paper again.

"Ugh!" Han Jian let out another blood-curdling screech, he repeatedly retreated while holding his cheek, "You, who\'s your wife?"

"My wife, the prettiest sister in the police force. Cold!" Summer flashed in front of Han Jian, then slapped him again with the newspaper.

After hearing this, everyone in the newspaper knew that the headlines today had caused trouble.

"Hey, why are you like this? How can you casually hit someone for the rights that our reporter wants to report? " At this moment, Fang Chan stood at the side and shouted angrily. Seeing her idol being beaten up so miserably, she felt that she could not continue watching. In the end, she even threatened, "I\'ve already called the police, the police will be here soon!"

"I\'ll hit whoever dares to speak ill of my wife. I don\'t care if he\'s a journalist or not." After saying that, the newspaper once again landed on Han Jian\'s face. At this moment, Han Jian\'s face had swelled to the size of a pig\'s head.

"Hey, Icy Cold can do those shameless things, and don\'t let others say it …" "Hmm …" Before Fang Chan could finish her sentence, she felt a sharp pain come from her lower abdomen. Then, she was sent flying into the air and landed heavily on the ground.