At that moment, he was parking his electric scooter under the motorcycle awning downstairs at TVB.
In the middle of the night, he had one large hand gripping the neck of a short, thin reporter.
After all, they were Asian. Song Yuanchao and his group were not as tall and wild as Nie Zhao's foreign bodyguards. They were only about 1.8 meters tall on average. However, their chests were extremely broad, and although their arms were not swollen, they could be as hard as stone when they exerted force. If he were to squeeze an ordinary person with one of his large hands, the other party would not be able to resist.
The poor reporter had once captured Chen Rou's face on camera, but somehow the videotape was lost.
Tonight, because he was experienced and waited patiently, he managed to get some juicy footage. Moreover, Chen Rou wasn't wearing a helmet today, just a hood, which made her physical features more obvious. Also, she had been injured when she fell.
The reporter was just thinking that if he handed the video over to the police, they would definitely see the injury on Mrs. Nie's shoulder during a surprise inspection. But he didn't want to do that, since he only lived for money and didn't care about anything else.
But last time, when the big news disappeared without a trace, he was safe. But what about today? Is he going to be out of the game?
A man in a black suit was gripping his neck with one hand, almost suffocating him.
But what saddened the paparazzo even more than death was the sudden sound of the black-suited man taking away his videotape.
With a few more rustling sounds, he also took the videotapes that the paparazzi had already recorded and stored in his bag.
The paparazzi felt wronged, devastated, and heartbroken. After all, the scoop he had taken was going to be sold to a TV station and could be worth a house in Central. He had already saved up for three houses and was about to own a fourth, and now he was about to lose it all?
But what can he say now?
Driven by the will to survive, he raised his hands and struggled to speak: "Big, big boss, spare, spare..."
With a clang, the other party let go, and the paparazzi finally got a clear look. But of course, although they could see clearly, it was as if they hadn't seen anything at all, because the other party was wearing a hood, with only their eyes and nose showing.
Those eyes felt both familiar and strange to the paparazzi.
How should I put it? Those eyes held both a surging murderous intent and a suppressed, restrained intensity.
Those eyes also reminded the paparazzi of what Sir James said on a television news program after the advance troops from the mainland arrived in Hong Kong and took photos at the Governor's Palace, pointing to the eyes of the mainland battalion commander.
He said, "Do you know what this look means? It is the killing intent of the empire, and also the empire's forbearance. I see in this soldier's eyes his desire to kill, as well as his suppressed forbearance. I am worried, afraid, and terrified, because I feel that one day, the Dongda General will no longer be able to endure."
The paparazzi were speculating, but at that moment they suddenly realized that the man in the black suit definitely came from the mainland. In other words, Nie Zhao's wife was indeed a mainland spy, and she wasn't alone; she had other accomplices.
He was lucky, in a way; the other party didn't kill him.
Otherwise, if he dies, the house he worked so hard to earn will just go to someone else to collect rent from.
Thinking of this, the paparazzo felt a little less upset, but immediately he received a call from the director: "Anchor in position, news about to start, please, where are you? Why aren't you upstairs yet?"
When asked why he didn't go upstairs, the paparazzi looked at his empty bag and burst into tears.
Such great material, it would have been a sensation if it had aired, but it's gone, someone else snatched it away, he's devastated.
Back to Song Yuanchao, he ripped off his hood and threw it into the trash can, then ran all the way back to the hotel.
The boss has plenty of subordinates, but he always remembers his duty to look after the boss's son, so he has to go back.
When he arrived at the hotel, the lobby was quiet. Security personnel stood up, but when they saw it was him, they sat back down.
After pressing the elevator button, he subconsciously looked down at his trouser leg. Fortunately, it was still not wet.
Like Chen Rou, he also jumped off a motorcycle. Even with her excellent skills, she injured her knee, so Song Yuanchao was in even worse shape.
But fortunately, he had dislocated his lower leg, which he managed to straighten himself.
He had his knee bandaged in the car, and thankfully, there was no further bleeding.
But as a soldier who has carried out a mission, one must inevitably review what one has done.
What he feared most today was that he almost knocked someone flying. The reason for this was that his motorcycle skills were poor. He had time to practice deliberately, but upon reflection, he always felt that motorcycles were not difficult and that he would stop after riding them once. He was too lazy to do high-difficulty maneuvers and had not deliberately studied them. As a result, he made mistakes when he tried to use them.
Fortunately, Chen Rou reminded him today, otherwise he might have killed someone, and that person was an ordinary person.
Even if he manages to escape legal consequences, his conscience will be tormented, and he won't be able to bear it. At that point, he will naturally have to criticize himself and remind himself to be more careful next time.
He went inside when he heard the elevator doors open, but he suddenly smelled a fragrance and instinctively felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Nie Han standing behind him with a smile. With a bang, the elevator doors closed automatically.
He remembered that the person he almost bumped into was also a woman, about the same height as Nie Han.
Thinking about it again, he was still grateful that Chen Rou had reminded him, preventing him from making a serious mistake.
Otherwise, that woman, like Nie Han, would have her own career, her own family, and people who love her. If she were killed in a car accident, her career would come to an abrupt end, and how heartbroken would those who love her be?
Song Yuanchao has never been a sentimental person. In fact, even though their relationship was public, he never held Nie Han's hand in public, let alone kissed her.
He's so much older than the girl, he feels guilty even just kissing her in bed, like an old cow eating young grass.
He would feel embarrassed if it weren't in bed, or even in the bathroom.
But today, there are surveillance cameras in the elevators, and the surveillance cameras on the presidential suite's private elevator floor are the clearest.
But Song Yuanchao still pulled Nie Han into his arms and held her tightly, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he kissed her lips.
Although the process was tortuous, today's event was completed too perfectly. Of course, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but be excited, because in his plan, even if he didn't die, he was prepared to be arrested, interrogated, and expelled from the army.
He was ready to forgo a glorious retirement and leave quietly.
But who could have predicted that?
His mission was successfully completed, he returned safely, and he was able to retire with honor.
And all of that, just like the fact that a girl ten years younger than him would like him, seemed unbelievable to him, yet it actually happened. It was all so wonderful that it almost didn't seem real.
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