Wait a Minute Before Killing

This roar immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the newspaper office, including Han Jian himself. Han Jian turned his head to look at the door, and then saw a thin man in his fifties with disheveled hair and a haggard face, who was glaring at Han Jian.

"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that the thin man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember the man's name or where he had seen him.

"Who am I?" The thin man yelled at Han Jian, "You are a black-hearted reporter whose conscience has been eaten by dogs. You have destroyed my Shangguan family, and you don't even remember who I am?"

"Shangguan family?" Han Jian had an idea in his mind, and then he stared at the thin man for a while, and asked in surprise: "Are you Shangguan Yong?"

"Do you finally remember me now?" The thin man, Shangguan Yong, looked at Han Jian with hatred.

"Of course I remember. Aren't you the black-hearted pastry shop owner who used expired ingredients to make pastries?" Han Jian said with a bit of disdain, "Why? Do you want to talk to me about something?"

In fact, under normal circumstances, Han Jian would remember every person he had reported on, and the reason why he didn't recognize Shangguan Yong at first was because the incident had happened almost half a year ago, and Shangguan Yong's image had changed too much. But as soon as Shangguan Yong reminded him, he immediately remembered it. After all, the surname Shangguan is actually not very common.

"I didn't use expired ingredients. You, a bastard, took money from others and deliberately came to discredit me!" Shangguan Yong yelled at Han Jian, "You are an unscrupulous, black-hearted reporter. You only care about collecting money for yourself and are not responsible at all. You caused my family's ancestral pastry shop to close down and you caused my wife and children to break up. I am going to fight you today!"

After Shangguan Yong finished saying this, he took his hands, which had been kept behind his back, to the front. Then, everyone in the newspaper office couldn't help but exclaim, because they all saw that Shangguan Yong was holding a butcher knife in his hand!

Han Jian's face changed slightly. He subconsciously took a step back, but soon found that he had no way to retreat. He could only force a smile and said in a gentle tone: "Shangguan Yong, you misunderstood. I wrote the report based on the facts I saw. I did find that your pastry shop used expired ingredients. As for whether you were framed by others, I don't know."

"Bullshit!" Shangguan Yong roared, "Han Jian, I've already asked someone to investigate you. You're just a black-hearted reporter who takes money to write reports to hurt people!"

Shangguan Yong spoke as he approached Han Jian with a butcher knife in hand. Judging from his posture, it seemed that he was really planning to chop someone.

"Well, Shangguan Yong, I think you must have misunderstood. I really have never taken money from others. I wrote the report only because a customer in your store called me..." Han Jian's expression was a little pale, and he kept explaining. He wanted to run, but he didn't dare to, because he was worried that Shangguan Yong would take action as soon as he ran. So he could only delay time as much as possible, hoping that someone would call the police, so that when the police arrived, he would be basically safe.

"Bullshit!" Shangguan Yong waved the butcher knife, very emotional, "You didn't take the money? You have two 200-square-meter luxury houses. Although you drive a Honda, your wife drives an Audi A8. Your wife doesn't even have a job. You are a reporter. If you didn't take the bribes, where did you get so much money?"

Dozens of eyes turned to look at Han Jian. Everyone else in the newspaper office seemed a little surprised. Han Jian was so rich? If what Shangguan Yong said was true, then Han Jian might have a problem. Although reporters were not low-income people, luxury houses and luxury cars were not something that a reporter could afford.

"I, I don't have that much money... You must have made a mistake..." Han Jian was still denying.

"Han Jian, I have asked a private detective to investigate everything about you. You claim to be a righteous reporter, but you do all kinds of bad things in private. I have nothing anyway, so now I'm going to get rid of this harm for the people!" Shangguan Yong was obviously impatient with Han Jian's explanation. He no longer hesitated and stabbed Han Jian with the butcher knife. In his mind, there was another thought: he was not killing people, he was killing pigs. No, this Han Jian was not even as good as a pig!

There was a cry of surprise in the newspaper office, and Fang Chan, who was closer to Han Jian, even screamed. Han Jian's face turned extremely pale in an instant. He wanted to hide, but under the great fear, his body was completely out of control at this moment. He just stood there, motionless, watching the butcher knife pierce his chest.

At the moment when the knife was about to pierce Han Jian's chest, Han Jian had only one thought in his mind: "It's not worth losing my life for 10,000 yuan."

The so-called ten thousand yuan was really the reward that Han Jian received for reporting on Shangguan Yong's pastry shop. Of course, the person who asked him to report was not Shangguan Yong, but someone who had a grudge against Shangguan Yong. And that person only used these ten thousand yuan to tear Shangguan Yong's family to pieces.

"Hey, wait a while before killing!" Just at this moment, an unhappy voice came.

The expected pain did not come. Han Jian could not help but open his eyes, and when he looked down, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. The butcher knife was now less than a centimeter away from his chest.

In addition to being terrified, Han Jian was also very grateful, because he saw two fingers pinching the butcher knife. It was these two fingers that prevented the butcher knife from moving any further. At this moment, Han Jian had no time to think about why these two fingers could pinch the knife. He just quickly looked up at the owner of the two fingers, wanting to know who saved his life.

Then, Han Jian saw a relatively thin boy, about 170 cm tall, dressed casually, looking ordinary, nothing special.

"Who are you? Why are you helping such a bastard?" Shangguan Yong was looking at the young man angrily at this moment. He wanted to pull back the butcher knife, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.

"My name is Xia Tian, ​​the summer of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the best sky in the world." The boy glanced at Shangguan Yong and said, "Do you want to kill this guy?"

"That's right, I'm going to stab this bastard to death!" Shangguan Yong said angrily.

"Oh, wait a minute, I want to ask this guy a question first." Xia Tian turned and looked at Han Jian, "Hey, is that guy named Chang Jian you?"

"You, what are you looking for Changjian for?" Han Jian was a little uneasy. Changjian was the pen name he used in Jianghai Express.

"Why do you care what I'm doing with him?" Xia Tian was a little unhappy. "Just tell me, is it true?"

"He is the bastard Changjian. His real name is Han Jian, and his pen name in the newspaper is Changjian!" Shangguan Yong suddenly added, "Now that you know, can you let me kill this bastard?"

Xia Tian shook his head: "No."

"It turns out that you and this bastard reporter are birds of a feather!" Shangguan Yong was immediately furious.

Xia Tian glared at Shangguan Yong in dissatisfaction: "Hey, old man, stop talking nonsense. Who is the same as that guy? If you keep talking nonsense, I will beat you up!"

"If you are not with him, why are you helping him?" Shangguan Yong asked angrily.

"Is there something wrong with your brain? When did I ever help him?" Xia Tian said unhappily.

Shangguan Yong was almost furious. This guy helped others block the knife, but he still said he didn’t help Han Jian?

"If you hadn't grabbed the knife, I would have killed that bastard!" Shangguan Yong roared.

Xia Tian nodded: "That's right. If I don't grab the knife, you will kill this idiot. If you want to kill this idiot, how can I beat him?"

Having said this, Xia Tian pushed with two fingers with a little force, and Shangguan Yong suddenly lost his balance and stepped back several steps.

"Hey, idiot, this article was written by you, right?" Xia Tian took out a newspaper from his pocket, which was the Jianghai Express, and then pointed at the front-page headline and asked Han Jian.

"Yes, it's me. May I ask you..." Han Jian didn't react for a moment. Why did this lifesaver seem to want to settle the score with him?

"It's just you." Xia Tian suddenly raised his hand, and the newspaper suddenly became hard, and then, the newspaper hit Han Jian's cheek hard.

"Bang!" The newspaper hit Han Jian's face, making a crisp sound.

"Ugh!" Han Jian groaned in pain.

Everyone else in the newspaper office was stunned. What was going on?

Shangguan Yong, who was about to rush over again with the butcher knife in hand, was also stunned. What on earth was this man doing? He didn't allow him to kill Han Jian, but he was beating Han Jian here?

"You, why did you hit me?" Han Jian was still a little dizzy.

"Because you idiot said bad things about my wife!" Xia Tian took the newspaper and slapped her again.

"Ugh!" Han Jian screamed again. He stroked his cheek and stepped back. "You, who is your wife?"

"My wife is the most beautiful policewoman, so cold!" Xia Tian flashed in front of Han Jian and fanned him with a newspaper.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the newspaper understood that it was today's headline report that caused the trouble.

"Hey, how can you be like this? We journalists have the right to report, how can you just beat people up?" At this time, Fang Chan shouted angrily. Seeing her idol being beaten so badly, she couldn't stand it anymore. Finally, she threatened, "I've called the police, and the police will be here soon!"

"I will beat anyone who dares to say bad things about my wife. I don't care if he is a reporter or not." Xia Tian said disapprovingly, and then the newspaper fell on Han Jian's face again. At this time, Han Jian's face was so swollen that it looked more like a pig's head than a pig's head.

"Hey, Leng Bingbing can do such shameless things and not let people say anything... uh..." Fang Chan didn't finish her words before she felt a sharp pain coming from her lower abdomen, and then her whole body flew into the air and fell heavily.