The phone was still on, but no one noticed this small detail at this time. He had adjusted the volume of the phone to the minimum and could not hear it at all.

But the conversation between several people was completely transmitted from the receiver.

They immediately started tracking the number.

Here, Hancock only let people watch it. The live broadcast was not started. He came up and gave Clarkson a slap in the face. "You bastard, do you think anything will happen to me if you tell me?"

"You've been in the entertainment industry for so long and you don't know about it, right? It's unlucky for you to be like this. How much impact does it have on me? At most, I spend some money and stay quiet for a few days. Do you think something will happen to me if you expose it? You are so naive.

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Clarkson covered his face and was held down by two big men, and said calmly: "What do you want? Since I have started the live broadcast, you should know that I have made the best preparations. The worst case scenario is death. I am not afraid."

"You're not afraid. Where is your wife? Where is your daughter? Your daughter is still young, so you have to take care of yourself." Hancock lit a cigarette and said calmly: "Why do you think you are so impulsive?"

"If you just get out of the entertainment industry, you will have enough money to spend the rest of your life. Why do you want to play with me to the death? Have you ever been able to play?"

Hancock said disdainfully: "Do you really think that being a star can fight against us?"

"Clarkson, I will give you a chance now. You will broadcast live tomorrow and say that everything you said today is false. I will forgive you and just ask you to get out of the entertainment industry. You can find any excuse to drink too much."

No matter whether you are mentally ill or mentally ill, you can do the same thing!"

Seeing the body under the police car, I quickly shouted into the intercom: "A falling incident occurred at No. 612 Chuck Street in the 71st Block. Please support, please support..."

Besides, I don’t have any reason to jump in. I’m just in and out of the entertainment industry, and it’s going to make me bankrupt.

Actually, I'm not worried about it. If I regret for Clarkson now, it will be of some use in the live broadcast. The contrast between the back and the front will let the audience know that there is no problem as soon as they get on.

The two bodyguards rushed down and pushed Clarkson hard.

Instead, he made a "please" gesture, crossed Qilang's legs, "Look at his performance!"

After waiting for a few minutes, Hancock looked at his watch and said, "He was thinking about breaking it because it would delay my time."

Clarkson took a sip of wine, ignored me, and continued to lean on the window and look inside.

If you wait until tomorrow to hold a press conference, say that you drank too much today, and then create some other cold spots, if it takes half a month, the coldness will subside.

Hancock looked at me respectfully and said, "If you want to jump, just jump. Do you need your help?"

But let me think about it now.

I want to say anything I feel angry about.

Of course, those are all my previous words. I don’t have a million ways to make my life now feel like death. Who told me to say what I should say.

The policeman walked out of the police car without any fear, looking at Clarkson who was not dead yet, with fear on his face.

"If you agree, jump up there."

Clarkson was live broadcasting for so long and lingered there for more than ten minutes.

Hancock was not worried at all, "Don't expect that no one can save him. Does he know that there will be so many murders in one day? It's 877 cases. Does the police have to be dispatched so many times? In one day, the police will be dispatched."

Less than 1,100 times, there will be no sirens sounding all night long..."

But I need a definite answer, that guy is not safe at all.

The two burly bodyguards let go of my hands, and Clarkson picked up the wine under the table and took a sip.

The sound of sirens was getting closer and closer, and he immediately arrived upstairs. Hancock frowned. I thought they were not here specifically to come to us. The crime rate of breaking a contract is too low.

"Otherwise..." Hancock pointed to the window, "It's the 70th floor outside. Jump up from there and you'll be alive."

Clarkson also said: "You were also counting on someone to save you. Did he just say he gave you a choice? You haven't given up your mind yet. You chose to jump up from there."

As soon as a few people went out, they saw a group of police and building security guards who had not yet arrived at the door.

Clarkson wandered to the window and looked inside.

"Of course, it's not more than eighty meters away. If he thought about jumping up from there, he might even break his body."

He let out an earth-shattering scream and was pushed upstairs.

Hancock outside the room said nothing for a long time.

The smashed police car suddenly jumped.

Clarkson turned around and smiled.

At this moment, the piercing sirens suddenly came from far to near, slowly.

Hancock covered his head, "That's a human life. What will you do if I die? How do you explain it to me..."

The bodyguard was stunned, with an aggrieved look on his face, "Do you know what his look means? Did he say he wanted me to jump on him?"

The police car upstairs had just broken down behind it, and there was a "peng" sound, and a person fell under the rear hood of the police car.

Just to be on the safe side, I winked at the two bodyguards and asked them to get me up.

"Haha, Hancock, you hope he can still laugh after a while."

I think Clarkson simply dared to jump, but he was just stalling for time. Suicide requires courage. I’m sure if he doesn’t act for a long time, this courage will disappear.

Hancock laughed warmly, "It's scary to look at such a low floor, let alone jump up there.

Clarkson looked upstairs and said, "It's so low."

I just met the other side...

Hancock jumped up and slapped the bodyguard in the face, "Stupid pig, you asked them to drag me up, or did you push me up? Did you see the look in your eyes?"

"Give him seven minutes to think about it." Hancock said, "I agreed, and your people will be there to accompany him tonight."

Clarkson still talked, seemed to be waiting for something, and kept looking inside the window.

A response came immediately from the intercom.

Even so, Lu Chenlu was still worried.

The bodyguard came over with a solemn expression, "Boss, leave quickly, the police are here."

"Let's go, let's go quickly. If the police see you, you'll be in trouble."

If I want to jump up, I will simply wait for us to come, and then be ridiculed.

Clarkson had a weird smile on his face and stood by the window looking inside.

If someone fell under the roof of the car a second later, I would probably follow him.

Hancock frowned and said: "Clarkson, did he hear you when you were talking to him? Either agree to you or jump on, does he have any other choice?"

The patrolman outside the car had his head slammed under the roof of the car, almost breaking his neck.

"He is threatening you. Be careful what he thinks. Let me go and give your famous host a glass of wine to calm me down."

Clarkson originally planned to jump, but he was simply resisting.

Clarkson nodded, reached out and grabbed the window and stood down.
Chapter completed!