American Scandal King

Chapter 18: Beating Interview

Hilda Hotel.

Ike Blaze smiled at the girl in front of him.

He put a Barbie doll toy into her hands and said, "Look, I bought your favorite doll."

The girl nodded gently***: "Yes, Dad."

Blaze smiled and said, "Then you can start now."

So the girl came to the camera.

Her face was red and rosy like an apple, and she whispered, "I'm a little scared, Dad."

"It's nothing." Ike Blazer stood by the camera, fiddling with the equipment.

He whispered, "Very good..."

He looked at the camera intently, ****.

He took the photos one by one: "Very good... This is very good, it's great."

The girl lowered her head: "Will Mom be angry?"

"Let's not tell her," said Ike Blaze.

"But...but I don't know..." the girl murmured.

Ike Blazer walked over and hugged the girl. "You can't tell anyone. Otherwise, you will lose all your toys, and Mom and Dad will no longer like you. Do you understand?"

The girl's eyes showed fear: "I won't tell."

"Very good." Ike Blazer smiled with satisfaction: "I believe in you, kid, don't let me down."

He soothed softly, ****.

The girl was nervous, but facing her father, she didn't dare to resist.

Just then, there was a rapid knock on the door.

Ike Blazer nervously looked at the door: "What's going on?"

"It's an emergency, sir. Please open the door immediately. Something might have happened to your wife."

Ike Blazer frowned and said to the girl, "Go to your room and don't come out."

The girl hurried into the room holding the clothes.

Ike Blazer carefully came to the door, opened it, and was just looking when the door suddenly hit him, hitting his head and making him black out.

Then Ian punched him in the face, grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall.

The continuous blows made Ike Blaze dizzy.

His predecessor was a loser and didn't have much strength, so Ian had to solve the problem in the simplest and most violent way, otherwise he wouldn't be able to control the other party.

At the same time, Kate followed behind with a camera - as a professional paparazzi, she never leaves her camera.

God knows she had always faced the camera before and never thought that one day she would be a photographer. Fortunately, digital cameras are not difficult to use. After seeing the little girl in the next room, she realized that Ian was not lying.

This is really the case!
She held up the camera and trembled as she said, "Isn't this a bit too much, Ian?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Kate, be professional! Hand me the microphone!" Ian shouted as he grabbed Blaze's head and continued to bang it against the wall.

I knew it, Kate handed the microphone over helplessly.

Ike Blazer was hit so hard that he saw stars: "You..."

Taking advantage of the initial move, Ian continued to bang the man's head against the wall, shouting, "This is Ian Carr, a reporter from the Los Angeles Herald, reporting live... I just discovered a brutal **** incident!"

He punched Blaze in the stomach, "Who is the girl in the room to you?"

Ike Blaze's face was twisted in pain, and he couldn't answer.

The girl screamed in fear: "Dad!"

"Dad?" Ian was also surprised.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him: "You raped your own daughter?" "Not her biological daughter." Ike Blazer shouted, then realized something and shouted: "No, this doesn't exist!"

boom!
Ian punched him in the face again and kicked him in the stomach.

We must make sure this guy has no power to fight back.

Kate shouted, "If you hit him again he'll die!"

I don’t know whether he is dead or alive, but the problem is that I am very tired!

I must exercise in the future!

How can a great reporter not have a good body?
Ian yelled to Kate, "Keep filming!"

Then he addressed the room, "How old are you, child?"

"Ten years old!" The girl looked at the scene and answered tremblingly.

boom!
Ian grabbed Ike Blaze's head and slammed it hard against the floor.

Ike Blazer was dizzy and murmured, "You can't do this... I can give you as much money as you want..."

"Don't get me wrong, this is just a live interview." Ian said quickly, "I'm not a robber. Now answer me, what made you do this?"

Ike Blaze groaned, "Let me go... I can give you money..."

Ian grabbed his head and pressed it against the ground again: "That's not the answer I want. Answer me, what were you thinking when you did this?"

Ike Blazer finally fainted.

Is this a reporter?
No, this is clearly a devil!
Ian shook his head slightly: "You are such a devil, what's your name?"

"His name is Ike Blazer and my name is Lili!" It was the girl next to him who answered.

Ian turned and looked at her.

For a moment he really wanted to interview the girl, but the conscience in his heart prevented him from doing so.

What a pity that this conscience is so limited!
He took the camera from Kate and said, "Cover your face!"

The girl obediently covered her face.

Ian slapped her and the surroundings. He turned around and saw Ike Blaze was about to stand up. Ian kicked him and knocked him over. Then he started his interview again: "What's your job?"

Ike Blazer groaned, "Producer, don't expose me... I swear to God I won't do this again. I can give you money."

Ah! The producer again!
What Hollywood lacks the least is producers!

Kate was also speechless.

Ian shook his head slightly. "I can't guarantee that I won't take other people's money, but you're an exception. Don't worry, I won't reveal your daughter's name and identity, but you can't get away."

As he said this he grabbed Ike Blaze's head and slammed it against the floor again.

This time the other party fell into a coma.

It took me so many hits to knock him unconscious?

You were such a loser in your previous life!
Ian came to Ike Blazer's camera, looked at the contents inside, and shook his head speechlessly.

Then he looked at Kate: "Congratulations, you helped save a poor girl. Does this change your bad impression of me?"

Kate rolled her eyes, not knowing what to say. In the end, she just shook her head: "Not enough to support me in your bed, Ian Karl."

Then she asked in confusion, "How did you find out? He had the curtains drawn?"

Ian smiled. "But there are gaps. Like I said, I have a pair of observant eyes."

Okay, that’s some bragging.

Not a pair, but one.

Is it more suitable for aiming at the seam?

(End of this chapter)