Your anomalies... filled six floors? Shocked by this outrageous answer, Leon didn't say anything for a long time. It wasn't until he saw the red-haired director's slightly upturned mouth that he realized that he had been tricked again. "Anyway, as long as I can get the sheep's heart back, it's mine, right? Then I have no problem!" After glaring at the red-haired director's back angrily, Leon, who had been fooled twice, really didn't want to continue talking nonsense with her. After leaving a word, he left the director's office with a dark face. After he opened the door and left, he looked at the red-haired woman outside the window, and then slowly turned his head back. Although the charming and charming face was full of smiles, the pair of moist and clear eyes were missing. There was only half a trace of joy, but it was as deep as two cold pools covered with solid ice. "The way it is now...it's actually pretty good." After muttering something incomprehensible, she suppressed the smile on her face with a somewhat lonely look in her eyes, raised her neck and drank the boiled water in the cup in one gulp, and then she leaned over the desk as if she was drunk. He stopped moving, and soon, thin and steady snoring sounded in the office. As the snoring slowly spread, the second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor...all the way to the top floor where all the windows and air holes were sealed to ensure that no light source would shine in. Countless people in the entire six-story office building. An inaudible snore sounded from the mouths of all the little creatures. … "There is such a thing!!!"
After reading the records in his hand about the illegal operations of Chal Water Power Company, the editor-in-chief of the social section of "Daily News" couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in anger, lightly punched the table in the restaurant with restraint, and then whispered with indignation: "They actually put it into the public water pipes... Do these damn guys have nothing else in their minds except money? I must expose this matter!" "Um……" Leon, who gently pressed his fingers against the sheep's head, looked at the angry face of the editor-in-chief. A deep look of disappointment flashed across his face. Then he nodded expressionlessly, stood up and began to collect the information on the table. . "Since you have agreed, let's go here today. I hope you can keep your promise when you go back." "I certainly will!" After grabbing Leon's wrist, the editor-in-chief of "Daily News" stood up and promised with enthusiasm: "Leave these to me! When I go back, I will write out the truth and let those damn guys get the punishment they deserve! By the way, these materials are still a bit thin and will probably only make Charles Department Store lose money. The real culprits may be able to stay out of the matter. Do you have any other information that can prove those three companies? " "not yet." After looking at the other party, he didn't have any anger at all, but instead had a soul filled with panic, conspiracy and evil thoughts. A strong look of disgust could not help but flash through Leon's eyes. Resisting the urge to punch the opponent in the face, the disguised Leon pushed his palm away, expressionlessly put the information on the table back into the document bag, and then said goodbye: "Mr. Editor-in-Chief, since you think the evidence is not enough, I will take these back and sort them out first. I will contact you again after I find enough evidence." "Ah? No, no, no!" Seeing that Lyon seemed to be leaving, the editor-in-chief of "Daily News" seemed a little anxious, and quickly took his arm and urged: "Those victims are still waiting for compensation! Although this information is imperfect, it is enough for most people to pay attention to it. How about you leave it to me first and I will rush out a report first?" "No." "Why not use it?" Leon, who couldn't bear it anymore, threw his hand away and said expressionlessly:
"Because if I give you the thing, I'm afraid this report will never be published again." "..." Ha... I was spotted. It seems that this kid is not as stupid as he looks. Looking at Leon's unusually cold gaze, the editor-in-chief of "Daily News" raised his eyebrows slightly, knowing that the other party had already seen his plan and might not hand over the information again. He looked disdainfully at Lyon, who only had his eyes exposed. After looking at his thin figure and shabby clothes, his eyes were filled with intimacy and eagerness just now. The editor-in-chief of "Daily" who was full of praise for Lyon lowered his lips. , sat directly back on his chair, and shouted: "Waiter!" After waving to the waiter who had been looking this way from a distance, the editor-in-chief of "Daily" raised his finger and pointed at Lyon, and ordered calmly: "Close the door and call two more security guards over. This man just stole my things, and that's the one in his arms." "Okay sir! Close the door outside!" He glanced at the editor-in-chief of the "Daily" who was wearing a high-end Flock suit, with a folded silk handkerchief on the breast pocket, a hat, tie, watch, and cane, and high-top calfskin shoes at his feet. After taking another look at Leon, who was wearing an ill-fitting shabby windbreaker and covering his mouth and nose with a black gauze scarf, the waiter didn't even need half a second to know what he should do. Even if the two people just entered the restaurant together; even if there was a table between them, there was no physical contact at all; even if the thing that the rich gentleman was pointing at was in the arms of the masked man in the trench coat from the very beginning. ...None of these could affect his judgment. After all, the customer is always right, and one of these two people is obviously not a customer of this store, right? "..." Looking at the waiter who called four security guards and blocked himself at the exit of the booth, Leon couldn't help but frowned, turned back and looked coldly at the editor-in-chief of "Daily" who was leisurely tying his tie. "Are you going to rob it?" "I'm not robbing it, I just want to save your life, and by the way, save the poor guy you chose in the end." After carefully smoothing the wrinkles on the tie, the editor-in-chief of "Daily" stood up with a cane and walked over slowly. "Although your face is covered, judging from your voice and actions, you should be young, right? Haha, young man, your sense of justice is admirable, but you obviously don't understand the rules of this society." Slightly raised the slender "cane" and wiped the mud on the end of Lyon's pants, the editor-in-chief of "Daily" smiled and whispered: "For our country, the royal family is the heart, the nobles are the organs, the parliament is the brain, the factory is the strongest muscle, the businessmen are the bones that can continuously produce blood, and as for the rest... it's just the skin that will peel off and regenerate by itself, and a It's just a bunch of hair that keeps changing. " Looking at the silent Leon in front of him, the editor-in-chief of "Daily" slightly withdrew his smile, then leaned close to his ear with disgust, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Let me ask you, when the hair has a problem with the internal organs, as a tongue, should I help shout it out, let other stupid hair and skin boil, and cause more unnecessary chaos? Or should I be a little smarter and stop this troublesome hair directly, so that he can learn how to shut his damn mouth? "