The school beauty tortured me physically and mentally, and I was reborn as a licking dog and cut off

silence.

Deathly silence.

The sudden change made every individual trapped in this closed cage feel uneasy.

They were like monkeys with test numbers on their bodies. They instinctively sensed danger and kept scratching their heads in a state of anxiety.

The first black and white photo takes up half of the screen.

From the outline of the character, it can be seen that the perpetrator in the center of the camera is Zheng Yiping.

He held a red-hot iron in his hand, his face distorted to the extreme, and he was about to brand another person whose body was broken with anger.

Such a brutal image gave a strong visual impact to everyone present.

Some people began to back out and wanted to leave the prison.

"Mr. Zheng, we..."

But as soon as they started talking, Zheng Yiping's bloodshot eyes glared at them.

There were terrifying and strange waves in his eyes, bloodthirsty, cruel, and vicious!

"What do you want?"

Calm tone.

But it made the terrified crowd retreat again and again.

Zheng Yiping approached step by step.

"Don't think I don't know what you are thinking!"

"You have so many greedy mouths, but I satisfy them all!"

"It's finally your turn to contribute—"

He raised his voice, and it exploded like thunder out of nowhere.

"I wonder which of you dares to back down!"

The aura of intimidation was so overwhelming that many people were trembling in their legs.

Zheng Yiping suddenly turned his head and locked the surveillance camera tightly.

The man who was just sinking in bitterness and pain suddenly changed, and all the dejection in his body disappeared.

"Ji Lengming, you want to convict me based on just two photos from who knows where!"

"Ha! Even if I have committed a heinous crime that is too numerous to list, remember this: not to mention the law, even if the king of heaven comes, he can't take me away!"

After saying that, he quickly walked to the security captain and quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist.

Load the bullet, aim at the target, and pull the trigger.

The firing pin presses against the cartridge case and a bullet is ejected.

With a 'bang', the surveillance camera was smashed into pieces.

A gunshot rang out, and everyone present ran away in fear, covering their heads.

Sharp exclamations rang out one after another, and the entire venue became completely chaotic.

Zheng Yiping regained his strong and domineering demeanor.

Independent atrium, fired three shots at the ceiling.

Deafening gunshots continued to explode, but the volume of his threats and urging was louder than the gunshots.

"I'm the one who gives you a good life!"

"I am the one who is providing high taxes to this country!"

"I am the one who feeds millions of poor people who should have died!"

"I have done so many great deeds, why don't you worship me?"

Arrogant, wild, and domineering.

I am the savior, I nurture all living beings, and you are just fleas sucking blood on my back.

I am the real master of this country!

This is Zheng Yiping’s true inner thought.

He creates tax revenue, drives employment, and does a lot of things the country is unwilling to do. Why shouldn't he enjoy privileges?

He is more than a hundred times better than those officials who hold office but do nothing, princes and grandchildren who are blessed by their ancestral titles, and businessmen who are only good at speaking silver tongues!

It's a tense and high-pressure atmosphere.

"Pfft..."

A funny, joyful laugh floated out from the surround speakers.

Those who laughed seemed to have seen some great joke while watching a play.

Although he had not said anything in rebuttal, everyone present could hear the strong mockery and sarcasm in the playful notes that came out of the other party's mouth.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

A deep, yet extremely clear voice lingers above the listeners.

"The taxes you provide to the country come from the exploitation of thousands of innocent villagers in the Unity Village."

"Your idea of ​​kindness is to give the common people something to eat and then have them work for you forever."

“You don’t feed the poor, the poor feed you and the rest of you.”

"You keep saying that you have done 'immeasurable good deeds', but the essence of this is that the exploiting class needs to promote the historical view of individual heroes in order to protect their own interests."

"But you were never a hero!"

"Noble people only say 'Long live the people' and never negate the role of the people."

"Zheng Yiping, no matter how loud you yell, you will never change the fact that you and your group are the most despicable parasites in this country!"

Ji Lengming kept saying "you" on the left and "you guys" on the right. It seemed that he was just refuting Zheng Yiping, but in fact he was alluding to the many elites present.

These words, narrated in a narrative tone, undoubtedly sound more pungent and harsh.

His last note had just finished.

Some people's nerves were touched.

What they hate the most is the so-called "people's narrative", a bunch of untouchables who only care about asking for salary and benefits, without asking what they have done for the company!

Therefore, before Zheng Yiping, whose veins were exposed, could say anything, several other people stood up with dissatisfaction.

They turned all the anger in their hearts into a unified attack force against the outside world.

"Mr. Ji, right?"

"Don't diminish Mr. Zheng's achievements. The charity foundation under his name has been serving the fields of environmental protection, public health, and education, and has donated billions. How can you discredit such a great entrepreneur just by saying so?"

"Also, you mentioned the masses, but what do the masses know? They are just a group of individuals who are busy eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, reproducing, and mating, and they only exist as animals!"

“The functioning of society depends on elites, on large numbers of intellectuals, and on leaders with long-term vision and strategic minds!”

"While scholars are studying late into the night, what are the villagers you are talking about doing? They are sleeping or playing cards!"

"When scholars achieve success through their own efforts, what are the villagers you are talking about doing? They are complaining about the unfairness of fate!"

"Why should these lazy, selfish, narrow-minded people be supported by successful people?"

"Mr. Ji, I can't say anything about you praising lazy people. After all, that is your freedom of belief."

"But you are erasing the real heroes. I can't help but ask, what is the intention of a person like you?"

His words won unanimous praise from many people present, and even a small round of applause broke out in a small circle.

And no sound came out of the stereo.

Just when everyone thought the other party was scared——

Suddenly, the large and luxurious giant screen flashed again.

Along with the picture, there appears a ridiculous, cold, and magnetic voice that plays with the world and turns the world upside down.

"Zhu Dengtian, 43 years old, a member of the XX City Writers Association, currently serving as deputy editor-in-chief of XX Daily, and also operates a travel agency and three investment companies."

"Judging from your consumer bills for the past six months, your annual income cannot be less than eight figures."

Ji Lengming paused for two seconds when he said this.

Then, the image on the screen suddenly enlarged.

Dozens of core financial documents such as corporate financial statements, account books, accounting vouchers, etc. were disclosed to the public in a dense and crowded manner.

These documents record in detail the operations of the company of the person who just made such a confident statement, including income, expenditure, tax payments, and even comprehensive economic transaction certificates.

Among those present, several were accountants by profession, and they immediately understood the tricks in dozens of core financial documents.

The middle-aged man named Zhu Dengtian turned pale after seeing the extremely familiar report.

Ji Lengming chuckled.

It was ethereal and vague, yet it seemed like a heavy hammer, smashing down hard.

"What a pity! He should have been a senior with a promising future, but he ended up being a thief!"

"A small thief steals other people's money, a big thief steals the country's benefits. The amount of tax evasion you have done is probably more than eight figures!"

Financial fraud, inflated costs, concealed profits, deliberate destruction of account books... every voucher accurately stepped on the red line of the law.

Moreover, so much evidence that was once thought to have been completely destroyed has now been dug out by a young man of unknown origin.

Zhu Dengtian’s face turned pale and he became as hysterical as Zheng Yiping.

But he does not have the mighty and domineering aura of Zheng Yiping, and instead appears to be strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

"You...you are slandering me, you are spitting blood at me, I will sue you..."

Ji Lengming interrupted the other party nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I will submit this complete chain of evidence to the tax department. When the time comes, if you want to defend your rights, you can talk to your lawyer."

Zhu Dengtian knew his own weight and immediately turned his attention to Zheng Yiping.

He knew that when things had developed to this point, perhaps only the people behind Zheng Yiping could help him.

Zheng Yiping ignored the man's pleading look.

He took out his gun again and fired a shot at the metal cover protecting the computer host.

Unfortunately, the shot did not fire.

The security captain didn't dare to look at Zheng Yiping at all. He tried to lower his voice: "Sorry, boss, we only have so many bullets. You've used up all of them!"

Zheng Yiping couldn't tell how he felt.

But in the eyes of others, they could clearly see that his eyes were bulging and the blood in his eye sockets was about to overflow.

The tall and strong man threw the gun in his hand to the ground and walked towards the lounge next to the conference hall with great vigor.

He remembered that there were several baseball bats in the room.

He must smash the computer host!

The security captain followed behind Zheng Yiping.

Some people also asked, "Mr. Zheng, where are you going?"

At the same time, someone looked at the surveillance camera and said indignantly: "Mr. Ji, why are you doing this?"

"As the saying goes, leave a way out today so that we can meet again tomorrow. You have done things so ruthlessly. Aren't you afraid of backlash?"

Ji Lengming didn't care.

If he was afraid of the so-called "backlash", he would not have taken the path he is on now.

There was a hint of seriousness in the young people's joking voices.

"I think you should forget what I said before!"

"I have said before that if Zheng Yiping does not follow my request, I will conduct an indiscriminate trial on everyone present!"

"Do you think I'm kidding?"

Without waiting for everyone's response, Ji Lengming's tone changed, becoming cold, fierce, sharp, and ruthless murderous intent. In an instant, it was like a rough, buzzing meat grinder, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

He quickly operated the keyboard in his hands.

Picture after picture appeared on the big screen, person's name after person was read out by him, and dirty past after dirty past was dug out.

"Feng Yuping, 54 years old, senior journalist, enjoys the treatment of a department-level cadre, and recently obtained a doctorate degree."

"What a pity! Why are your academic papers so similar to these ones? I reasonably suspect that you are committing academic fraud!"

Two papers appeared on the big screen with a color palette for comparison, and the overlapping parts were almost visible at a glance.