Chapter 254

The body shakes more severely, "three little, spare me, I just called Miss Shen, let her take money to buy recording, she ignored me, I dare not harass her later, I swear, I really only called that one time."

Mo Beiting squats down.

Someone nearby handed a pair of white gloves. He took them and put them on. "Then who did you sell the recording to?"

“……”

"Reporter Tan, when you took my spring palace photos and published them in the newspaper, how can I feel sorry for you? That's your occupation. Unfortunately, I was met by you. I understand you, so I don't embarrass you. But you can't be too greedy. I told you when I gave you money to buy negatives, a million dollars. This is the end of it... "

Reporter Tan was still listening with fear, but suddenly he was grabbed by someone's hair and lifted up his face against the carpet. "Who sold the recording and photos to?"

The man panicked and waved his hand again and again, "I don't know. When the other party transferred the money to me, I sent the recording and photos to her. I don't know who it is or how she knew I had the recording. I give you the money and you let me go. I've deleted the negatives. I'll never dare to do it again..."

Mo Beiting said coldly, "who else knows you have these things?"

"And..." reporter Tan twisted his face, "I told my colleagues after drinking too much, but they won't say it."

His colleagues, not hundreds, also dozens.

Therefore, it's impossible to know who spread the story and to whom!

Mo Beiting stood up, took off his gloves, threw them on the ground, raised his feet, and seemingly stepped on reporter Tan's wrist, "I grass your mother."

The sound of begging for mercy stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a howl of crying ghosts and wolves.

"I ask you, to whom."

"I don't know. Ah, it hurts."

With a click, my wrist broke.

Reporter Tan curled up on the ground, protecting her broken wrist, pale and sweating.

He gasped a few times, and finally some hard gas, "Mo San Shao, even if you kill me, I don't know who bought it. I'll give you the number and you'll check it."

The cuffs of the white shirt were rolled up, Mo Beiting did not speak, and his feet on his wrist did not move.

Reporter Tan moved his mind in pain, just pumping out.

"Do you believe it?" Mo Beiting reached out, took the dagger from the bodyguard, and flashed the blade of Zhanzhan cold light across his eyes. "Today, I can't only waste your hands, but also your eyes."

"No, I dare not."

The man yelled, his pupils dilated to the maximum because of fear, and he felt that he was about to be scared to pee, but Mo Beiting's treacherous eyes swept over and stifled the meaning of pee back.

"San Shao, I really didn't cheat you. This kind of thing is not so glorious..."

The tip of the knife was not deep into the man's wrist, but when he saw the blood, the man cried and howled, and his face was full of tears. "I didn't mean that. I mean the man who bought the recording didn't have a simple purpose. He certainly wouldn't swagger."

The tip of the knife stopped and didn't go further, but it didn't mean to pull out.

The scene seems to be in a stalemate.

Reporter Tan did not dare to move, for fear of accidentally offending the temporarily calm man. As long as he tried hard, his hand would be pierced and nailed to the floor.

The standoff lasted five minutes.

Mo Beiting body side of a bodyguard just stepped forward, leaning to remind: "three less."

"Give him paper and pen," the bodyguard immediately went to get it, and Mo Beiting patted it in front of him. "The number, the bank card account number of the transfer, all you can think of, are carefully written down for me. If I can't find anyone, I can only operate on you."

At this time, reporter Tan does not dare to say anything else.

Nodding is like pounding garlic. Sweat flows into his eyes, and he doesn't care to wipe it.

Mo Beiting got up and said, "I'll take care of you."

He revealed his anger and impatience that he tried to suppress. His whole body was like a sword out of sheath, extremely sharp.

Coming out of Yayuan on the east bank, the sky is almost bright, and the black sky has become dark blue.

Mo Beiting raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows. He threw the car key to a man. "You drive, go back to shallow water bay."

……

It's only half past seven when Mo Beiting returns to qianshuiwan. Elder sister Rong is cleaning up the dishes and watching him come back. "Mr. back, I'll serve you porridge."

"And the wife?" His eyes swept to the second floor, unbuttoning his shirt and walking to the dining table.