American Gossip King

Chapter 65 Now it's my turn to control you all.

"If I were you, I would fight him to the death."

Ian's words trembled in Burnell's heart like the whispers of a devil.

At the same time, Ian felt a sharp pain in his left eye.

You good-for-nothing, you have absolutely no fighting spirit!

Fortunately, the hypnosis was ultimately successful. Burnell trembled with fear. At this moment, he felt no fear, only anger and hatred!

That damn bastard!

You actually tried to steal my benefits!

Do not!

Burnell suddenly turned his head, glaring fiercely at the big man, his heart filled with murderous intent.

He yelled, "Die!"

Grabbing a steel pipe from the side, Burnell swung it at Bartram.

Bartram hadn't expected Burnell to attack him; he was hit on the head and his vision went black.

"Fuck!" he yelled, "You damn bastard!"

Then he slammed down with a steel pipe, knocking Burnell's pipe away, and punched Burnell.

Burnell yelled, "My teeth...you bastard!"

Bartram grinned maliciously as he approached and grabbed Burnell: "You..."

flutter!

A knife was plunged into Bartram's stomach, and he stared at Burnell in astonishment.

Careless!

I didn't expect this kid to have brought a knife.

Then he lunged forward, grabbing Burnell by the throat. Panic made Burnell forget to continue stabbing, and he struggled desperately, yelling, "Yata...help me!"

The girl was stunned by what she saw. Instinctively, she picked up a steel pipe, but didn't know who to help.

Bartram roared, "Fuck, woman, kill him for me! I'll give you half the money!"

Burnell also shouted, "Help me, help me! For our sake, we're friends!"

The girl looked left and right, torn between the two options.

Ian, standing nearby, said softly, "Do you think you can work with Burnell, or with this big guy? Who do you have control over?"

His eyes flickered.

Yata suddenly realized.

If the big guy wins, he won't give himself much money.

Thinking of this, she raised the steel rod and struck Bartram on the back of the head.

With that blow, Bartram's vision went black.

His hand loosened, and at the same time, Burnell came to his senses, grabbed the hilt of the knife and pulled it out sharply, stabbing down again, blood gushing all over his body.

Then came another stab, this time directly into Bartram's neck.

The big guy collapsed, clutching his wound, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the knife fell to the ground.

Burnell muttered in terror, "I've killed someone! I've killed someone!"

Ian stood in the darkness to the side, and a devilish chuckle came from him: "Nail him to the steel bars."

What?

Burnell and Yata both looked at Ian in shock.

Ian said softly, "Make it look like you fell from a height and landed right on a steel bar. That way it will be considered an accident, and the police won't investigate you."

Burnell suddenly realized what was happening and cried out, "Come help me!"

Two men carried Bartram's body toward the steel bars below the construction site and nailed his body along the wound.

"Will this work?" Yata asked in alarm.

Burnell looked at Ian.

Ian smiled and said, "Let's tamper with something upstairs. Since it was an accidental fall, there should be something there. Also, we should clean up the bloodstains on the ground."

Burnell realized what was happening and began to stage the scene as Ian had instructed.

After staging the whole scene, both of them were exhausted and panting.

However, in Ian's opinion, the scene was poorly staged, and if the police came, anyone who paid close attention would be able to spot the problem.

Burnell patted his chest and said, "Thanks, brother. Considering you came up with the idea... I can only ask you for three thousand... five thousand dollars."

no answer.

Burnell looked at Ian.

He was standing in the darkness, seemingly fiddling with something.

Burnell took a few steps forward, only to see that Ian was holding a camera.

Burnell was stunned: "What are you doing with the camera? Oh my god, you took pictures of all of that?"

"It's a professional habit; I always bring a camera wherever I go," Ian replied casually.

Then he smiled slightly and looked at the two of them: "It seems like I've got your secret figured out this time?"

Burnell was stunned, while Yata shouted, "I didn't kill anyone!"

Ian shook his head: "You smacked that deadbeat on the head and helped him stage the scene, so you're an accomplice. Believe me, this will definitely take longer than I did in jail. After all, I didn't know your age when I fucked you. The key is that I have money, and I can afford a good lawyer, while you guys can't."

"Fuck, Ian Carl, you can't do this to me!" Burnell rushed over.

Ian put away his camera, grabbed a steel pipe, and smashed it at Burnell, who was already exhausted. Burnell was knocked to the ground by the blow.

Ian weighed the steel pipe in his hand and said coldly, "On the bright side, at least you've solved your debt problem!"

As he spoke, he slammed down another steel pipe.

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boom!

boom!

boom!

The sight of blood left the little girl next to her completely stunned.

After beating Burnell to a bloody pulp, unable to get up, Ian put away his steel pipe, looked at Yata, and said coldly, "Kill him. Think positively... killing is always better than being killed!"

The little girl stared blankly at Ian.

Ian smiled: "Don't worry, as long as you behave, I won't do anything to you."

He lifted the girl's chin and said, "In the future, you might need to accompany some business partners. I'll give you money, and you'll earn more than before. Anyway, this is what you're supposed to do."

A qualified businessman must not only know how to produce goods, but also how to create markets.

Having a girlfriend of his own can help him do many things. Maybe it's nothing big, but it can be a daily supplement, or... a good tool for making friends!

This girl isn't particularly pretty, but her young age is her advantage, and many people like that.

The girl took a deep breath, then plunged the steel pipe in her hand into Burnell's throat, yelling at Ian, "No less than three hundred dollars each time!"

Ian smiled slightly: "I'll give you five hundred."

………………

Although tonight's events are newsworthy, it's a pity we can't break the news, which Ian finds somewhat disappointing.

Fortunately, it wasn't anything of great value.

After collecting the equipment and letting Yata leave, Ian walked out of the construction site and headed towards his car.

The night was deep, and the Porsche sat alone in the open space.

As Ian reached the car, two young men in baseball uniforms and felt hats suddenly rushed up from behind, pointing guns at Ian's waist: "You know what this is, right? Behave yourself."

Ian didn't move, his back to the other person, and just chuckled softly: "It's midnight now."

Ok?

The two young men were stunned.

Ian slowly raised his hand, placed the camera on the car, and pointed the lens at this side.

Then he said, "In America, it's actually quite simple to experience violence; just go for a walk in a quiet place around midnight."

The young man pointing a gun at Ian laughed: "Ah! You're right, so now you feel it."

As he spoke, he punched Ian hard in the back, causing Ian to stumble forward and fall onto the car. Another young man took the opportunity to search Ian, took out his wallet, looked at it, and cursed, "Fuck, only a few hundred dollars."

"Not bad." Ian lay on the car, using a thread to activate the camera: "Who would have the time to carry thousands of dollars around on the street?"

The young man pointing a gun at Ian asked suspiciously, "You don't look scared?"

Ian smiled.

He replied nonchalantly, "Why be afraid? This is a good thing for me. After all, I just lost a news story I could report, and I'm glad I found another one."

These words startled the two young men.

"Are you a reporter?" one of the robbers asked.

"Hmm," Ian replied with a smile.

You don't recognize me?

I hate people who don't read the news!

(End of this chapter)