American Gossip King

Chapter 18 Beating Interview

Hilda Hotel.

Ike Blazer smiled as he looked at the girl in front of him.

He placed a Barbie doll in her hand and said, "Look, I bought your favorite doll."

The girl nodded gently: "Yes, Daddy."

Blazer smiled and said, "Then you can begin now."

So the girl went to the camera.

Her cheeks were flushed, glowing like apples, and she said softly, "I'm a little scared, Dad."

"It's nothing," Ike Blazer said, standing next to the camera and fiddling with the equipment.

He said softly, "Very good..."

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

He took pictures of each one: "Great...this is great, absolutely fantastic."

The girl looked down and asked, "Will Mom be angry?"

"We shouldn't tell her," Ike Blazer said.

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

Ike Blazer went over and hugged the girl: "You can't tell anyone. Otherwise you'll lose all your toys, and Mom and Dad won't like you anymore, understand?"

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

"Very good." Ike Blazer smiled with satisfaction. "I believe in you, son. Don't let me down."

He gently comforted her, ****.

The girl was nervous, but she dared not resist her father.

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

Ike Blazer nervously looked towards the door: "What is it?"

"Emergency, sir. Please open the door immediately. Your wife may be in trouble."

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

The girl hurriedly grabbed her clothes and ran into the room.

Ike Blazer cautiously approached the door, opened it, and was peeking out when the door slammed into him, hitting him on the head and causing him to black out.

Then Ian punched him in the face and slammed him against the wall, choking him by the neck.

The continuous blows made Ike Blazer dizzy.

Since his previous body was a useless person with little strength, Ian had to solve the problem in the simplest and most violent way, otherwise he was not confident that he could subdue his opponent.

Kate followed behind, camera in hand—as a professional paparazzi, she never leaves her camera behind.

God knows she used to always be in front of the camera and never imagined she would one day be a photographer. Fortunately, digital cameras are not difficult to use, and after seeing the little girl in the next room, she realized that Ian was not lying.

It's true!

Holding the camera, she said tremblingly, "Isn't this a bit too much, Ian?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Kate, be professional! Hand me the microphone!" Ian yelled as he grabbed Blazer's head and continued slamming it against the wall.

I knew it; Kate reluctantly handed over the microphone.

Ike Blazer, seeing stars from the impact, stammered, "You…"

Having gained the upper hand, Ian continued to slam the other man's head against the wall, shouting, "This is Ian Carl, a reporter from the Los Angeles Herald, reporting live... I just discovered a heinous crime!"

He punched Blazer in the stomach: "Who is the girl in the room to you?"

Ike Blazer's face was contorted with pain, and he was unable to answer.

The girl cried out in terror, "Daddy!"

"Dad?" Ian was also surprised.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him: "You rape your own daughter?"

"Not his biological son!" Ike Blazer shouted, then realized something and yelled, "No, that doesn't exist!"

boom!

Ian punched him in the face again and then kicked him hard in the stomach.

We must make sure this guy is unable to fight back.

Kate yelled, "If you keep hitting him, he'll die!"

I don't know if he's dead or not, but I'm exhausted myself!

I must start working out from now on!

A great journalist can't be without good health.

Ian yelled at Kate, "Keep filming!"

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

"Ten years old!" the girl answered tremblingly as she watched this scene.

boom!

Ian grabbed Ike Blazer's head and slammed it hard against the floor.

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Ike Blazer felt dizzy and murmured, "You can't do this... How much money do you want? I can give it to you..."

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

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

Ian grabbed his head and slammed it against the ground again: "This isn't 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're a devil. What's your name?"

"His name is Ike Blazer, and my name is Lily!" replied the girl next to him.

Ian turned and looked at her.

For a moment, he really wanted to interview the girl, but his conscience, which still had some bottom line, prevented him from doing so.

Unfortunately, this conscience is limited!

He took the camera from Kate and said, "Cover your face!"

The girl obediently covered her face.

Ian patted her, then took pictures of the surrounding area. Turning back, he saw Ike Blazer trying to get up. Ian kicked him, knocking him over, and then resumed his interview: "What do you do for a living?"

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

Ah! It's the producer again!

Hollywood has no shortage of producers!

Kate remained silent.

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

As he spoke, he grabbed Ike Blazer's head and slammed it against the floor again.

This time, the other person immediately lost consciousness.

I can't believe it took me so many hits to knock him unconscious?

You were such a loser!

Ian went to Ike Blazer's camera, looked at its contents, and shook his head in silence.

Then he looked at Kate: "Congratulations on helping save a poor girl. Will this change your bad impression of me?"

Kate rolled her eyes, at a loss for words, and finally just shook her head: "Not enough to get me into your bed, Ian Carr."

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

Ian smiled. "But there are gaps. Like I said, I have a keen eye for observation."

Okay, enough bragging.

It's not a pair, it's just one.

Isn't it more suitable for aiming at seams?

(End of this chapter)