Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 424: Like

Meng Hao picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, is this Reporter Wang? It’s me. When are the photos of the beating going to be exposed? The price is negotiable..."

He was speaking excitedly, completely unaware that the door had opened.

Meng Hao spoke more and more enthusiastically, "...I’m about to become famous. I won’t forget you in the future..."

"Mr. Meng."

Meng Hao abruptly looked up and saw someone standing at the door, more than one meter eighty tall, with a baby face. Although expressionless, he looked pleasing, dressed in a black casual cotton jacket, somehow making people reluctant to approach.

"Who are you?"

"I’m Little Nine," said Little Nine.

He slowly walked towards Meng Hao, smiling slyly, "Mr. Meng, quite the tactics you have."

Meng Hao’s heart tightened, "How long have you been standing there?"

Did he hear everything he shouldn’t have heard? If he heard everything, then he...

Thinking of this, Meng Hao’s face changed.

Little Nine sat on the beige sofa opposite him, crossed his legs, and looked very relaxed, "Take a guess?"

That shameless look made people want to punch him just by seeing it.

Guess your brother-in-law!

Meng Hao’s veins popped, "Did you hear everything?"

Little Nine laughed cheerfully, "Don’t be nervous. Why so nervous? Whether I overheard or not makes no difference to me, after all, dealing with you is just a matter of one sentence."

Meng Hao pressed the bell on the bed, trying to notify the doctors and nurses to come over.

Little Nine, calm and composed, said, "Oh, I advise you not to waste your energy. No one will come."

Although every word was gentle and he looked harmless, Meng Hao somehow felt afraid. He looked vigilant, "I don’t know you!"

"It’s normal that you don’t know me. Someone like you would never have a chance to meet a young master like me."

Little Nine’s proud demeanor, at a glance, begged to be punched.

Meng Hao said coldly, "I’m asking you to leave!"

Little Nine chuckled twice, "Come in."

A group of people in black walked out from the ward, tall and sturdy, instantly making the empty ward feel crowded.

Terror flashed in Meng Hao’s eyes, "What do you intend to do? This is a hospital, you can’t mess around!"

"Who told you to meddle where you shouldn’t have meddled, serves you right," Little Nine sighed.

Trying to get yourself killed, is Young Madam someone you can mess with?

You’re practically asking for it!

"Who?" Meng Hao asked.

He hadn’t provoked anyone recently, except...

"You mean Tong Yan?" Meng Hao’s eyes widened.

Impossible, impossible. He’d checked beforehand; Tong Yan’s just an ordinary entertainer, although his family has a company, it’s all a mess, nothing substantial, nothing problematic.

Meng Hao was still quite smart. Every time before taking action, he would thoroughly investigate the person’s background to avoid crossing the wrong lines.

Unexpectedly, he still hit a dead end.

Sometimes, people shouldn’t do bad things, or they’ll always be unlucky.

Little Nine smiled, "You’re not too dumb."

He signaled to the men in black beside him, "Don’t be too ruthless. There’s still a long future ahead; let him live well."

The men in black grabbed him and started beating him up.

They hit indiscriminately, and after a few punches, Meng Hao was left with hardly any intact flesh, his body bruised all over.

Then, Little Nine walked up to him, raised his eyebrows with a light smile, "Don’t you like drugging people? I’ll oblige you."

"No, no, no..." Meng Hao weakly struggled.