rong." Chen Yi said with a smug smile on her face."Sis Yi, I’m really angry!" An Keke glared at Chen Yi angrily.Chen Yi chuckled and didn’t say anything more. However, in her opinion, it seemed that t...Chapter 393: Wait a Moment Before Killing

This roar immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the newspaper office, naturally including Han Jian himself. As soon as Han Jian turned to look at the door, he saw an emaciated man in his fifties with messy hair and a haggard appearance, currently glaring angrily at him.

"Who are you" Han Jian frowned slightly; he felt this thin man looked somewhat familiar but couldn't remember his name or where they had met before.

“Me Who am I” the thin man shouted back at Han Jian. “You heartless reporter, who has no conscience! You destroyed my上官family, yet you don’t even remember who I am!”

"My上官family" A spark of recognition flashed across Han Jian's mind; he stared closely at the thin man for a while before asking in surprise: "Are you Shangguan Yong"

“Do you finally remember me now” The thin man, who was indeed Shangguan Yong, glared at Han Jian with hatred.

"Of course I remember. Aren't you the heartless cake shop owner who used expired ingredients" Han Jian said somewhat disdainfully. "What Do you have something to do with me"

Actually, under normal circumstances, Han Jian would remember every person he had reported on; his failure to recognize Shangguan Yong initially was due to the passage of nearly half a year and how much Shangguan's appearance had changed. But once reminded by Shangguan, it all came back to him immediately—after all, the surname Shangguan wasn't exactly common.

"I didn’t use expired ingredients; you took money from others to smear me!" Shangguan Yong shouted at Han Jian. "You heartless reporter! You only care about getting paid and never take responsibility. You caused my family’s traditional pastry shop to shut down, you caused my wife to leave me. Today I’m going to fight you until the end!”

After saying this, Shangguan Yong brought his hand from behind him. The people in the press office couldn't help but gasp because they saw that he was holding a kitchen knife!

Han Jian's face slightly changed as he subconsciously stepped back. However, he soon realized there was nowhere to run and forced out a smile with a calm voice: "Shangguan Yong, you misunderstand me. I wrote the report based on what I saw; at that time, I really did find your pastries used expired ingredients. As for whether or not someone framed you, I don't know about that."

"Bull**!" Shangguan Yong roared angrily, "Han Jian, I already had people investigate you. You're a heartless journalist who takes money to harm others!"

As he spoke, Shangguan Yong approached Han Jian with the kitchen knife in hand. He seemed like he was really going to cut him.

"Then... Shangguan Yong, I think you misunderstood me. I didn't receive any money from others—I wrote the report because your store's customers called me..." Han Jian looked pale as he continued to explain. He wanted to run but hesitated for fear of Shangguan Yong attacking him on the spot, so he could only stall for time and hoped someone had already called the police.

"Bull**!" Shangguan Yong waved his kitchen knife around in agitation: "You didn't take money You have two apartments in a 200-square-meter mansion. Your car is a Honda, but your wife drives an Audi A8. She isn’t even working, and if you haven't taken bribes, how did you get so much money"

Everyone’s eyes turned to Han Jian as the rest of the press office staff looked shocked—Han Jian was actually rich If what Shangguan Yong said were true, there might indeed be something wrong with him. Although journalists aren't low-income earners, a mansion and luxury cars are not within their means.

"I... I don’t have that much money… You must have misunderstood…" Han Jian continued to deny it.

"Han Jian, I had private investigators look into your every move; you claim to be a righteous journalist but do all sorts of evil things in secret. Now I’ve lost everything and will act on behalf of the people!" Shangguan Yong clearly grew tired of Han Jian’s explanations. He no longer hesitated and thrust the kitchen knife towards Han Jian. In his mind, he wasn’t killing someone, just slaughtering a pig; no, this Han Jian was even worse than a pig.

The newsroom erupted in a chorus of screams. Fang Chan, who was closer to Han Jian, let out a sharp shriek. Han Jian's complexion instantly turned ghastly pale; he wanted to run away but under the overwhelming fear, his body had completely lost control. He stood rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch as he helplessly watched the pig slaughtering knife heading towards his chest. As the tip of the blade was about to pierce through Han Jian’s chest, all that ran through his mind was: "Losing my life for ten thousand yuan is such a waste."

The so-called ten thousand yuan referred to the payment Han Jian received from reporting on上官勇's pastry shop. Of course, the one who instructed him to do so wasn't上官勇himself, but someone with a grudge against上官勇. This person simply spent ten thousand yuan to drive上官勇’s family into utter ruin.

"Hey, wait a minute before you kill!" At this moment, however, an unhappy voice rang out.

The anticipated pain didn't come; Han Jian couldn't help but open his eyes. Looking down, he was startled to see that the pig slaughtering knife was less than one centimeter away from piercing into his chest.

Aside from being frightened, Han Jian felt incredibly relieved because he saw two fingers pinching the knife in mid-air; it was these two fingers that stopped the blade from advancing further. At this moment, Han Jian didn't have time to wonder how those two fingers managed to hold the blade back. He quickly looked up at the owner of those fingers, wanting to know who had saved his life.

Then, Han Jian saw a relatively slender youth about 170 centimeters tall, dressed casually and appearing quite ordinary on the surface.

"Who are you Why do you want to help this scoundrel" 上官勇 angrily glared at the youth as he attempted to pull back the knife but found that no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge an inch.

"I'm called Xia Tian. My name is Summer in the Four Seasons and Heaven in the First Under the Heavens." The youth glanced at 上官勇, "Do you want to kill this guy"

"That's right, I want to stab this bastard to death!" 上官勇 angrily said.

"Oh, wait a moment, I need to ask this guy a question first." Xia Tian turned around and looked at Han Jian, "Hey, is that Longjian fellow you"

“You, what do you want with Longjian” Han Jian felt slightly uneasy; Longjian was the pen name he used in the Jianghai Express.

"Why does it matter to you why I want to talk to him Just answer me, is it" Xia Tian sounded a bit irritated.

“He’s that Longjian fellow and his real name is Han Jian! The pen name he uses for the newspaper is Longjian!" Shangguan Yong suddenly chimed in, "Now you know. Can I kill this scoundrel now”

Xia Tian shook her head: “No.”

“So you’re complicit with this reporter!” Shangguan Yong was instantly furious.

Xia Tian glared angrily at Shangguan Yong, "Hey old man, don't go saying nonsense. Who said I'm on his side If you keep talking like that, I'll beat the crap out of you!"

“If you’re not with him, then why are you helping him” Shangguan Yong asked angrily.

"Are you crazy When did I help him" Xia Tian retorted irritably.

Shangguan Yong was almost driven to his limits. This guy had even blocked a knife for someone else, yet he still claimed that he hadn’t helped Han Jian

"If not for you catching the knife, I would have already killed this scoundrel!" Shangguan Yong roared.

Summer nodded his head. "That’s right. If I didn’t catch the knife, you would’ve killed this idiot, and if that happened, how could I beat him up then"

Saying so, Summer used a little force with his two fingers, causing Shangguan Yong to lose his balance instantly and stumble backwards several steps.

"Ah, idiot, is this article written by you" Summer took out a newspaper from his pocket. It was the Jianghai Express Courier, then he pointed at the front-page headline and asked Han Jian.

"Yes, it’s me. May I ask…" Han Jian hadn’t reacted immediately, as to why the person who saved him seemed intent on settling accounts with him.

"That’s all that matters." Summer suddenly flung his hand out. The newspaper suddenly turned stiff and hard, then slammed into Han Jian’s cheek.

“Crack!” The sound of the newspaper hitting Han Jian’s face was crisp.

“Ouch!” Han Jian groaned in pain.

The other people at the newspaper office were all stunned. What was going on

Shangguan Yong, who had been holding a slaughtering knife and preparing to charge over again, was also in a state of confusion. What exactly was this person doing He wasn't allowing Shangguan Yong to kill Han Jian, but he himself was beating up Han Jian

"You—you why are you hitting me" Han Jian was still slightly dizzy.

"Because you called my wife a slut!" Xia Tian waved the newspaper at him again.

"Eh!" Han Jian let out another pained cry. He touched his cheek and retreated several steps back, "You—your wife is who"

"My wife She's the most beautiful policewoman Sister Leng Bingbing." Xia Tian sidestepped to stand in front of Han Jian then struck him with the newspaper again.

Upon hearing this remark, everyone at the newspaper office understood that it was today’s top news report which had caused trouble.

"Hey! How can you hit people like this We reporters have a right to freedom of speech. How can you just go around hitting others" At this moment, Fang Chan shouted angrily from beside them. Seeing her idol get beaten so badly, she couldn't bear it anymore and threatened, "I've already called the police. They will be here soon!"

"Whoever dares to speak ill of my wife gets hit. I don’t care if they’re reporters or not." Xia Tian didn’t think much of her threat as he said that and slapped Han Jian with the newspaper again; at this point, Han Jian’s face was already swollen like a pig’s head. to ask about the relationship between Wang Xiaoya and Zhao Qingqing, an oddly unusual voice suddenly came from the door: "Who is Zhao Qingqing"Hearing this voice, everyone turned around simultaneousl...