At the same time that Ake was struggling with the deputy editor-in-chief of the Longcheng Newspaper.

On the side of the road opposite the Longcheng Newspaper, a car with a white body and a red top canopy was parked.

There were three people in the car, and the young man sitting in the driver's seat had a tense face with a national character, and there was a heroic upright air between his eyebrows. At this moment, he sat sideways with his back to the window, his face was very unkind, and he deliberately lowered the loaded gun in his hand and aimed it at the vital part of the short-eyebrow man who was huddled in the passenger seat.

The short-eyed man was dressed in a complete set of plaid shirts and plaid pants, with a small magnesium light camera hanging on his chest, he was not good-looking, the gray cap on his head was crooked on the side of his head, his hands were protecting the important parts of his crotch, and he looked like he was about to cry, and his tearful little eyes were cowardly and begging, and he couldn't stop looking at the man in the back seat with a pleasant smile.

He was so frightened that his two radish legs trembled, twisted his face and stammered and begged: "Second master, we have something, we have something to say, you have something to say, you, you quickly let your subordinates put away his hands and the things in their hands!" I—I'm too timid to stand the fright! ”

The man in the back seat of the car who seemed to be smiling was Fuji Hikodo, the vice president of the Rongji Chamber of Commerce.

The whole carriage seems to be tailor-made for him, low-key and luxurious, elegant and magnificent, just like his own aura.

"Be honest!" The man with the national character face snorted sharply, and the muzzle of the gun in his hand was impartial.

The man with short eyebrows shuddered with fright, and a whimpering sound akin to a plea for mercy came out of his throat.

"Kita-"

Receiving Fuji Yantang's signal, the Chinese-faced man named Xiaobei put away his pistol, but spread a newspaper on the short-eyebrowed man's lap.

The short-eyebrow man shuddered, and the weightless newspaper that almost covered his body shook as if he had been infected by him.

The short-eyebrow man only begged Fujihiko for mercy with blazing eyes, and he didn't even notice what year, month, and day this newspaper was.

Xiaobei straightened his face and pressed his head, forcing him to pay attention to the newspaper.

"What's going on?" Xiaobei asked.

Looking at the news of the Snow Emperor's private meeting with the mysterious man in the newspaper, the short-eyed man who was almost frightened finally gathered some of his mind. I don't know what emboldened him, and he didn't stammer, "I didn't write it!" ”

After speaking, he glanced at Fujihikodo, whose face did not change, and there seemed to be a faint smugness in his small eyes. That's what he thought—

Your second master Teng is not small, Lao Tzu and I are mixed in Shanghai, and it is not without a big man!

Xiaobei rewarded him with a burst of chestnut, knocking away the little confidence that the other party had finally gathered.

Xiaobei said in a rough voice, "Are you illiterate when our second master is not literate!" ”

The story has the name of the contributor, and the person has a background. If there is no reliance, ordinary people would not dare to write such a report to offend the Rong Ji Chamber of Commerce.

Xiaobei pointed to the black-and-white photo of Jiang Yingxue and the mysterious man in the newspaper, and asked the short-eyebrow man again, "How did this photo come about?" ”

If it weren't for Uncle Rong's entrustment, Fujihiko Tang would not be idle to do such a price-dropping thing.

It took two days for the people he sent out to find out the origin of the photo that Rong Ying asked him to investigate.

The photo of Jiang Yingxue and the mysterious man was taken by the short-eyebrow man who was huddled in the passenger seat of his car at this moment.

This person is a young reporter at Longcheng Newspaper.

The short-eyebrow man looked evasive, his eyes wandered around, and his eyes just didn't rest on the black-and-white photo in the newspaper.

He wanted to run away, and he couldn't escape unless he put on his wings.

Xiaobei parking is quite technical, it seems that in order to prevent the person who caught the car from escaping, he deliberately put the car horizontally on the side of the wall. As a result, the door in the passenger seat was blocked by the wall and could not be opened.

Seeing Xiaobei's gun-wielding hand under the newspaper, the short-eyebrow man trembled. He could feel the gun in Xiao Bei's hand against his vital part again.

Xiaobei's eyes were full of fierce light, his face was hideous and scary, and he gritted his teeth and threatened: "I advise you to confess honestly!"

The short-eyebrow man raised his hand in surrender like a frightened bird, and hurriedly said: "I said I said-I took this picture-"

"Who asked you to shoot it?"

Fuji Yantang's understatement of inquiry scared out the tears of the short-eyebrow man along with cold sweat.

Although the bullets in the gun are scary, this Fuji Second Master is an irregular bomb/bomb that doesn't know when it will blow people to pieces, which can make people feel more frightening than bullets!

"Come on, our second master has no patience!" Xiaobei urged in a bad tone.

The short-eyebrow man held back a rush of urine, and cried with a sad face: "It was a girl who asked me to shoot, I don't know what the girl's name is, I only know that her surname is Yao." She came to me that day, gave me three silver dollars, and told me to go with her to a place, and when I saw that she was generous, I went with her. He trembled and pointed to the photo in the newspaper and continued, "I went to the outside of this western restaurant with her, and I was shocked when I saw the Snow Emperor dating a man, this is big news-" As he spoke, his emotions spontaneously came up, as excited as he was when he saw the bright and moving Jiang Yingxue himself that day. "The girl, surnamed Yao, pulled me to stand not far from the floor-to-ceiling window, urged me to hurry up and take pictures, and told me not to take pictures of the man's face, and not to be discovered by the man when taking pictures - quite a lot. At that time, I thought, no matter what she does, anyway, as long as I take the Snow Emperor's face into it and get this exclusive, I can go to our editor-in-chief......"

Listening to his endless talk, there was an endless posture, Xiaobei stabbed him with the muzzle of the gun, and immediately silenced the goods.

For a moment, the car was quiet.

Xiaobei looked at Fujihiko Hall quietly, waiting patiently for his instructions.

Fuji Yantang raised his hand and twisted the mustache, thought for a while, and then raised his hand and said to Xiaobei: "Let the people go."

"Yes, Second Master." Xiaobei obeyed Fujihikodo's words and had no unnecessary doubts.

If the short-eyebrow man was amnesty, he was busy and said to Fuji Yantang gratefully: "Second Master Xie, Second Master Xie is not killed!"

Xiaobei put away the gun, started the car and turned around.

As soon as the car door opened, Xiaobei couldn't wait to kick the short-eyed man out of the car.

The short-eyebrow man had weak legs and feet, and crawled all the way to the Longcheng Newspaper, where he passed by Ake and the deputy editor-in-chief who were glued together.

Xiaobei started the car, but he heard Fujihiko in the back seat say, "Wait-"

Xiaobei immediately braked, turned around and was about to ask Fujihiko what instructions he had next, but he saw Fujihikodo with his face sideways, and his focused gaze fell on a person through the car window-

Following his line of sight, Xiaobei looked out of the car window, and saw a little girl dressed indecently, with a long braid on her back and combing her bangs, going straight to the door of Longcheng Newspaper.