In fact, it is an acrobatic project in the circus, where people are tied to a wooden board and then thrown at each other with throwing knives.
This action is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you may kill someone.
So, this is why Paparazzi Qiang is so scared.
Who knows if Ye Zihao’s crosshair is good? What if something goes wrong, Ni Ma! Wouldn’t his life have been wasted by him?
"Big...brother! You...you must not act recklessly, it will...will kill someone. I...I don't want to die yet, wuwu!"
The paparazzi turned pale with fright and started crying.
"It's okay! You believe in my level."
Ye Zihao shook his head, and then threw the throwing knife.
"Dude! I'm ready, but I'm throwing it away!"
"No...no! No!"
Paparazzi quickly stopped him, but he was shocked to find that his efforts to stop him were of no use at all.
Ye Zihao still reached out and threw the flying knife out, but he was so frightened that he closed his eyes.
In fact, he felt that he would definitely die.
"Whoosh!"
The flying knife in Ye Zihao's hand came out, and a cold light flew out like a silver thread.
"Attsu!"
The flying knife did not hit Paparazzi Qiang, but stabbed him only 2 or 3 centimeters away from his face.
"call!"
"Scared...scared me to death!"
The paparazzi glanced sideways and saw that the dagger was so close to his face. If Ye Zihao had made a slight deviation just now, the flying knife would have hit his face.
"What a pity! Missed!"
Ye Zihao shrugged his shoulders with a regretful expression on his face, and then he said again, "But! I believe I will hit you this time."
Say it!
Ye Zihao picked up a throwing knife again and seemed ready to throw it out again.
"Big...brother, you...don't scare me, I...I'm timid, please, don't scare me anymore, I'm almost scared to death by you."
Paparazzi Qiang's expression turned pale with fright, as terrifying as a vampire zombie.
"Anyway, we've already started playing, so let's just play to the end!"
Ye Zihao didn't seem to let him go, but sneered strangely.
"Brother! I told you that I didn't send the news. You...what do you want me to say before you believe it?"
Paparazzi Qiang seems to be making his final struggle.
At this time, Ye Zihao sneered, and then asked someone to bring a piece of black cloth.
"Big...brother! What...what do you want to do?"
Suddenly, the paparazzi became more and more nervous after seeing Ye Zihao holding a piece of black cloth.
"I think since I'm going to play, I'd better do it more excitingly! I want to try throwing throwing knives while blindfolded. Since it's my first time, I don't know how to aim?"
After saying that, Ye Zihao was about to cover his eyes with black cloth.
And his actions scared the paparazzi to the point of threatening him.
Nima!
If you want to blindfold yourself and do something exciting, fine! But don’t use me to test the knife? Damn it!
Seeing that Paparazzi Qiang was finally frightened, he quickly nodded and confessed, saying: "I...I don't want to play anymore! I...I admit that it was...I published the news."
"Oh? Are you finally willing to admit it? But it's too late. I still want to try the feeling of throwing a throwing knife while blindfolded."
Ye Zihao sneered, and then actually covered his eyes with a black cloth.
Next second!
He slowly straightened his arms and twisted his body back slightly.
"Na... na na! Don't... don't throw it! It will... kill people! Don't... no! No! No!"
The paparazzi was so frightened that he peed, blindfolded and threw throwing knives. What is the difference between this and killing himself?
But the next second, he still saw Ye Zihao throwing the flying knife.
"Whoosh!"
I saw a cold light suddenly appear, heading straight towards the paparazzi.
At this moment, Paparazzi felt that he was going to die and closed his eyes in despair.
"Attsu!"
Almost 0.01 seconds later, the flying knife almost grazed his scalp and stabbed directly into the wooden board.
The sharp blade of the flying knife directly cut off several strands of hair on the top of his head.
As a result, his hair slowly fell down, and he was so frightened that his whole body trembled and he didn't even dare to open his eyes.
"Haha! Brother, you are so lucky, everything is fine."
Ye Zihao took off the black cloth and started teasing with a playful expression.
"call!"
"call!"
"I...I'm fine, so...great! I'm not dead."
The paparazzi was so frightened that he peed. His pants were soaked all over, and the yellow liquid slowly flowed down his thighs.
Tick!
Tick!
Tick!
Soon, a large area of the ground became wet. Despite this, Paparazzi Qiang still couldn't stop peeing.
At this time, Ye Zihao threw the black cloth aside and sat down again.
"Crack!"
I saw him lighting up a cigarette again, taking a puff, and then slowly spit it out.
He stared at Paparazzi Qiang like an eagle's eye, and then asked lightly, "Tell me! Why did you publish that news?"
"Because... because of me!"
"explain!"
Ye Zihao shouted and cursed.
"Because I wanted to take revenge. You...you humiliated me so much that night. I couldn't swallow that bad breath."
The paparazzi was so frightened that he quickly confessed.
"Besides this reason, is there any other reason?" Ye Zihao snorted and asked questioningly.
"No...no more!"
Paparazzi shook his head quickly and denied it.
"Really not?"
"No!"
"I heard from my subordinates just now that you were separated from another person in the parking lot. Who was he?"
Ye Zihao's expression was grim.
Before that, the brother who kidnapped Paparazzi Qiang truthfully told Ye Zihao everything he saw in the parking lot.
Therefore, Ye Zihao suspected that there might be something fishy going on here.
"Yes...it's Zhao Chuanke!"
Paparazzi didn't dare to hide anything anymore, he didn't want to play blindfolded and throw knives again.
"Zhao Chuanke?"
After hearing this name, Ye Zihao couldn't help but frown. Obviously, he didn't like this director who plagiarized other people's works at all.
"Did he instruct you to slander us?"
Ye Zihao asked in confusion, but Paparazzi Qiang quickly shook his head and explained, "I posted the news myself, but tonight he gave me 500,000 to hack Li Xiaofang at any cost."
"play hard?"
There was a hint of murderous intent in Ye Zihao's eyes, and this terrifying look in his eyes scared the paparazzi to the point where they gave him goosebumps.
What a... What a terrifying look! He... He doesn't want to kill people and silence them, right?
Suddenly, Paparazzi felt extremely regretful.
He looked like he was crying, and then he begged bitterly and said: "Brother...brother! All grievances have their own owners, and debts have their owners! I...I also take people's money to eliminate disasters for others, not to mention
I haven't touched the black man yet, you...can you just treat me like a fart?"
"Let you go?"
"Yes! But...is it okay?"
"Okay! But you have to promise me one thing!"
A strange smile appeared at the corner of Ye Zihao's mouth and he said lightly.