Zhao Chuanke and the paparazzi refused to leave the hotel until this time, and they were in the hotel parking lot.
The paparazzi burped a few times, then patted his chest and promised, "Director Zhao! Just... don't worry about me... I will definitely help you hack that little bitch."
"Okay! Then I'll wait for your good news."
Zhao Chuanke smiled with satisfaction and drove away.
At this time, Paparazzi Qiang also walked to his Toyota car. He opened the door and was about to start the car, but he accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror.
He saw a strange big man grinning at him, his smile was very strange.
"You...who are you? What...what do you want to do?"
The paparazzi was stunned for a moment, and the drunkenness in his body also sobered up a lot.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just taking you to meet someone." The big man sneered and said.
"Meeting whom?"
Paparazzi Qiang was surprised and asked.
"Meet my boss!"
"Can...can you not go?"
"What do you think?"
The big man smiled disdainfully, then reached out and patted Paparazzi Qiang's neck.
Forehead?
Before Paparazzi Qiang could react, he suddenly fell into a coma.
…
1 hour later!
In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Jiangcheng, a man was seen tied to a large wooden board.
He spread his hands and legs, his body spread out in a "big" shape, and his head hung down, as if he was in a coma.
Not far from the unconscious man, a man was sitting.
I saw this man holding a cigarette in his mouth, and the white smoke lingered on his face, making his cold appearance even more chilly.
He crossed his legs, the soles of his feet swaying rhythmically, and behind him stood several big men in black suits.
Looking at his posture, he seemed as majestic as a gang boss.
"Wake him up!"
Ye Zihao flicked the ashes on the end of his cigarette, gave some instructions and said.
"Yes! Boss!"
The brother behind him nodded, then picked up a bucket filled with ice cubes, and walked up to the unconscious man.
"Crack!"
A bucket of bitingly cold water poured directly onto the man.
The extremely cold water suddenly woke him up from his coma.
"Ouch!"
"It's cold...it's freezing to death, baby!"
"Numb! So...so cold."
…
At this time, the paparazzi was so cold that he was shivering all over, and his teeth were shaking even when he spoke.
"call!"
At this time, Ye Zihao took a breath, then exhaled a puff of smoke, and then said lightly: "Brother! We meet again."
"Is...is it you?"
Suddenly, Paparazzi Qiang was shocked.
Because the person who kidnapped him was not the man who taught him a lesson last night.
Ye Zihao said coldly and asked: "Haha! Are you surprised?"
"Fuck you! Let me go! Don't you know that kidnapping is a crime? Let me go!"
The paparazzi tried to struggle, but his whole body was tied up with ropes and he couldn't move at all.
"Breaking the law? Haha! Brother, as a reporter, you should know that there are some people that the law cannot control, and I am that kind of person."
Ye Zihao was frightened and said it very realistically.
"You...are you a gangster?"
Paparazzi Qiang was dumbfounded and asked in panic.
"No! I am a good citizen."
Ye Zihao shook his head and denied it.
"Then...then who are you? Don't mess around. I also know people on the road. If you dare to touch me, my friends on the road will never let you go."
The paparazzi seemed to be getting nervous and shouted loudly.
"Oh? By chance, I also know people on the road. Do you know Qian Bao? He is my buddy!"
Ye Zihao's expression was cold, and he used the "Qian Leopard" to scare people again.
"Qian...Qian Bao?"
Suddenly, the paparazzi was so frightened that they started to tremble.
As a reporter, of course he had heard about the deeds of "Big Ear Hole" Qian Bao. It was rumored that Qian Bao was a murderous demon and those who offended him never had a good ending.
However, what he didn't expect was that Ye Zihao actually knew Qian Bao.
"Brother! You just said that you know someone on the road. Let's talk about it. Maybe he and Qian Bao know each other."
Ye Zihao said lightly and said.
Oh shit!
More than mere acquaintance? When my friend sees Qian Bao, he has to call him "Brother Bao".
Paparazzi Qiang felt extremely aggrieved.
He originally wanted to scare Ye Zihao with his friends on the street, but they even knew the famous "Big Ear Hole" Qian Bao, so why did he scare him?
"Big...brother! I...I have no grudge against you. Why...why did you kidnap me?"
Paparazzi Qiang realized that he was in big trouble, so he asked anxiously.
"Haha! No grudges or grudges? I should be the one to say this, right? I have no grudges against you. Why do you make up stories and slander me?"
Ye Zihao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the coldness bursting out of his eyes made Paparazzi Qiang feel slightly startled.
"Big...brother! I...I don't know what you are talking about." The paparazzi pretended to be confused and denied it.
"You don't admit it, do you? Come here! Hit me!"
Ye Zihao snorted coldly, and then winked. The brother behind him walked straight towards Paparazzi Qiang, and then punched him in the abdomen.
"puff!"
Paparazzi Qiang suddenly felt a cramp in his abdomen, then his throat felt sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of black blood on the spot.
At this moment, he had huge beads of sweat on his forehead, and his whole body was grinning in pain.
"You...fucking despicable!"
The paparazzi gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence, cursing.
"Let me ask you again, did you write that news?" Ye Zihao asked calmly with a cold tone.
"I...I don't know what you said? I...I didn't do anything."
The paparazzi shook his head and denied it.
He released the news anonymously at the time. As long as he refused to admit it, the other party could not do anything to him.
What a pity!
The ideal is very plump, the reality is very skinny!
Seeing Ye Zihao take off his cigarette butt and extinguish it, he stood up straight and stretched his muscles.
"Come here! Get your throwing knives ready!"
Ye Zihao gave an order, and his men nodded, and soon the flying knife was brought over.
"Boss! Everything is ready."
The subordinate handed the things to Ye Zihao and stepped aside.
Seeing Ye Zihao pick up a sharp flying knife and look at it playfully, the smile on the corner of his mouth looked very strange.
"What...what do you want to do? Don't...don't act recklessly, someone will...be killed."
Suddenly, the paparazzi turned pale with fear and asked urgently.
"Brother! Don't be nervous, have you ever played the knife throwing game?" Ye Zihao said with a faint smile.
"Flying... knife throwing game?"
Suddenly, Paparazzi Qiang was dumbfounded and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.