Chapter 1,183 I’m here to fight the fake Jin Mingfeng suffered a bloody head injury, but he didn’t even have the strength to stand up.
He was in terrible pain.
"Xiao Ming, you traitor..."
Gao Jiacheng was also frightened, and his proud subordinate Fan Long also fainted at some point, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
This leader of Xin Ngee Ann began to be eroded by fear.
"Am I a traitor? Yes, I am a traitor."
Xiao Ming took out a pistol and fired one shot at Jin Mingfeng who was lying in a pool of blood.
The sound of gunfire was loud, but no one would notice it in this uninhabited and abandoned building area.
Xiao Ming's shot hit Jin Mingfeng's wound.
Suddenly, blood began to pour out.
"I am a traitor, but after today, I will be the leader of Xin Ngee Ann. And you, and Mr. Jin, will just be corpses slowly rotting in the garbage pit."
As he spoke, he fired a few more shots, hitting Jin Mingfeng's limbs respectively.
Jin Mingfeng's body kept twitching, but he wouldn't die for a while.
The blood that keeps flowing out will slowly take away his life.
After doing all this, Xiao Ming turned around with satisfaction and looked at Gao Jiacheng.
"Want to be the leader? You're dreaming!"
Gao Jiacheng gritted his teeth, "You traitor, white-eyed wolf, don't even think about getting your hands on my Xin Ngee'an!"
"Haha, Mr. Gao, how can you have the nerve to call me a white-eyed wolf?"
Xiao Ming laughed, "Why don't you let Mr. Jin, who is still breathing, listen to how you transferred his assets and dismantled his subordinates behind his back? Even me, his only confidant, was bribed by you.
Yes, isn’t it?”
"you you……"
Gao Jiacheng didn't expect Xiao Ming to say all this.
Jin Mingfeng was still breathing, but when he heard that his second brother wanted to seize power, he became furious.
This guy died.
"Look, I helped you deal with him."
Xiao Ming shrugged, "Isn't this your wish?"
"Xiao Ming, you beast...you will not die!"
"shut up!"
Xiao Ming suddenly became angry and shot Gao Jiacheng in the thigh, making Gao Jiacheng kneel down in front of him.
"Am I a beast? You are the beasts! Think about the things you have done, even if I kill you a thousand times or ten thousand times, you will still die unjustly! Gao Jiacheng, you know, for so many years, I have been dying to eat
Your flesh, drink your blood!”
Xiao Ming's face looked a little ferocious.
Xiaobai didn't take any action and watched quietly from the side.
Some of the anger in your heart must be resolved by yourself.
"I have no way to repay you for your great kindness to me. I can only compensate by killing you."
Xiao Ming said, turned around and asked Xiao Bai.
"Butler Bai, can you hand him over to me?"
"Can."
Xiaobai nodded. She was originally here because Qin Chao wanted to prevent others from coming.
Otherwise, Xiao Ming alone could actually kill these old men.
Fan Lung, if he were shot in the back, it wouldn't be a problem.
"Want to kill me? Dreaming!"
At this moment, Gao Jiacheng suddenly pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Xiao Ming opposite.
"Snapped!"
At this time, he finally realized the pain of his prisoner.
A thin, almost invisible silver thread passed through his palm and was nailed to the opposite wall.
Severe pain came from the palm of his hand, and the pistol suddenly fell to the ground.
"Thank you, Butler Bai."
Xiao Ming naturally knew who saved him.
"You're welcome, you continue."
"Butler Bai, can I ask you a favor?"
"What?"
"Help me break Gao Jiacheng's hand tendons and hamstrings, so that it will be easier for me to do things."
Xiao Ming said something.
"Oh sure."
It was just a matter of effort, Xiao Bai waved his hand, and the spider silk flew out, cutting off Gao Jiacheng's hand tendons and hamstrings.
Suddenly, Gao Jiacheng became a cripple and collapsed on the ground, unable to move.
"Thank you, Butler Bai!"
Xiao Ming smiled, it was a devilish smile.
"Jin Ziming...you, what are you going to do to me?"
His arms and legs are disabled, but his mouth can still move.
Gao Jiacheng cried out in pain.
"Mr. Gao, I don't know if you have heard of it, but there is a kind of criminal law called Lingchi."
"Wha, what..."
Gao Jiacheng's whole body tensed up.
"Legend has it that a powerful person can survive three thousand cuts. I want to know how many cuts you can endure... Don't worry, I will help you count."
With that said, Xiao Ming took out a dagger from his body and dug it into Gao Jiacheng's tui.
The screams resounded throughout the entire building.
Xiaobai turned his head.
Although she is a killer, she always kills neatly and neatly.
She doesn't know how to torture people, and she can't bear to see it.
I don’t know how long this scream lasted, and finally it slowly subsided.
Xiao Ming, covered in blood, stood up and kicked Gao Jiacheng, whose legs were almost turned into bones.
"No, it only took two hundred swords, and he died. I don't know if it's because my swordsmanship is not good, or because you are too timid."
After saying that, he took out his pistol and shot Fan Cong lying on the ground.
"Butler Bai, I'm done."
Xiao Ming said to Xiao Bai respectfully.
"Very good. Tonight, cadres from the Daqin Gang will come over to help you sort out the club's affairs."
Xiaobai said calmly.
"yes!"
Knowing that this was the spy planted by the other party, Xiao Ming was not reluctant at all.
Even if the other party doesn't let me be the leader, it's still the same if he can do it himself with the help of the Da Qin Gang.
In fact, Qin Chao had no intention of inserting an informant at all. He had always been suspicious of people and never used them.
But Xiaobai didn't think so. Mr. Qin might have made a mistake sometimes.
In order to prevent accidents, Xiaobai transferred some people over.
She is Mr. Qin's shadow, and she has to deal with Mr. Qin's affairs.
Because Mr. Qin has one of his biggest weaknesses, which is his soft heart.
The meaning of her existence is to make up for Mr. Qin's weaknesses.
Things here are starting to come to an end, and in the hotel chartered by Tianyang Entertainment, the press conference is still going on with great vigor.
However, this press conference had just sent away two uninvited guests, Jin Mingfeng and Gao Jiacheng, and a new troublemaker had arrived.
"This album is Mizuki's latest masterpiece. I hope everyone will like it."
At the press conference, Luo Qinglin stood on the stage gracefully, promoting the new album.
"Okay, now journalists can ask questions."
"Miss Luo Qinglin! I am a reporter from Hong Kong Apple News!"
A female reporter first asked, "Recently, there is a saying that Shuimu is not a singer, but a group. I wonder if Ms. Luo has any explanation for this statement?"
"Explain? Why should I explain?"
Knowing that these reporters would ask these questions, Luo Qinglin replied calmly, "The fans' love for Mizuki is the best explanation."
"But recently, someone has come forward, claiming that he is a member of the group behind the scenes, and published his own works online. Doesn't Ms. Luo have any opinions on this behavior?"
Another reporter asked.
"It's all nonsense. I, Luo Qinglin, only pay wages to Shuimu. As for those who are causing trouble behind the scenes, it doesn't matter. Shuimu and I have the same point of view, that is, we only sing to people who like him
His song.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
This is too harsh!
Who in the entertainment industry dares to say such things!
Isn’t it easy to offend fans?
But looking at the increasingly fanatical fans outside, it seems that this rule does not hold true for Mizuki.
Because his singing voice is really overbearing.
"Hello, Miss Luo, I am a reporter from The Times of England."
A blond female reporter also asked, "And I am also a singer of Mizuki. But I think like millions of fans, I want to see the true face of the legendary Mr. Mizuki. I wonder if Miss Luo can
It will satisfy our wish."
"This seems a bit difficult."
Luo Qinglin said, "As early as when the first album was released, I already said that Mr. Mizuki is very low-key and does not want to become a star that attracts everyone's attention. Moreover, I personally think that Mizuki's singing is the most important thing.
Whether he's a handsome guy or an ugly guy, it won't affect everyone's appreciation of his music, right?"
"this……"
The female reporter from The Times didn't know how to answer the question.
"Mizuki can't show his face at all, and you can't see Mr. Mizuki!"
Just then, the troublemaker finally came out.
A tall, thin man wearing a white shirt and black trousers walked in, pointed at Luo Qinglin and said with a mean look.
"Because Mizuki is completely fake. He is a virtual character created by Tianyang Entertainment to entertain our public!"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Many people recognized who this person was at a glance.
This is not the recent famous anti-counterfeiting hero who is fighting and arguing about astronomy. He is almost making trouble unreasonably, and even starts to forge evidence to fight against counterfeiting.
But in the end, he ended up failing, causing netizens to turn from supporting him at the beginning to ridiculing him.
This made Noah very unwilling.
He doesn't like money, nor does he like beautiful women. He just likes to do some stunts to make himself famous.
Therefore, in order to divert everyone's attention and re-establish his glorious image as a counterfeiting hero, he targeted Tianyang Entertainment and Shuimu.
This time, he was full of confidence because he had collected a lot of evidence and checked a lot of information.
Mizuki has never appeared once before.
He believed that this person was definitely fake.
Even if it is true, you can still make it fake depending on your own ability!
Because he is a hero against counterfeiting!
This is a good name given to him by netizens!
"Mr. Noah, you actually came to the Hong Kong press conference in person. Aren't you worried about your personal safety?"
A reporter arranged by Jin Mingfeng earlier asked as if he was deliberately fanning the flames.
"I'm not afraid! Even if someone holds a knife to my neck, I will still stand up and fight against counterfeiting for the people!" n!.