Fang Han helped Clara up and put on her sweet face: "What's the stimulation? Do you have to do this?"

"I just think it's too monotonous to just do it, so I can adjust it." Clara said.

Fang Han said: "Film production company..., you are an amateur and it is difficult to do it well."

Hollywood in the United States is already very mature, and several major companies monopolize it, so it is difficult for small companies to get involved. Every link depends on people's expression.

He is also an amateur in this regard and can't help at all.

"There's Annie Cole." Clara smiled.

Fang Han raised his eyebrows and shook his head and said, "You can really imagine it!"

No matter how confident he is, he will not dream of harmonious girlfriends. Women are enemies, let alone rivals? Nature determines that they will not be safe. Once they get together, they will definitely have conflicts. Like Li Tang and Luo Yanan who have grown up together, they fight from time to time, let alone other women?

"Then what did you say I did?" Clara snorted.

Fang Han pondered: "My senior sister just bought a record company, you can help."

"Record?" Clara was surprised.

Fang Han nodded: "The company is not big, the channels are quite complete, but it is difficult to achieve results. The US market is too mature and cannot make waves."

Clara tilted her head and said, "The key to a record company is still strength. It requires good singers and creators. By the way, you have released a record for Li Tang, right?"

Fang Han smiled and said, "Do you know?"

"I've heard it." Clara exclaimed: "Li Tang's voice is like the sound of nature, she has become famous!"

"Oh—?" Fang Han really didn't know the progress of Li Tang's album. There have been too many things happening so I didn't pay much attention to it.

Clara said: "Li Tang's record is very popular now, and many people listen to it."

Fang Han said: "It's really not easy."

He thought that even if Jiang Xiaowan acquired the record company, it would be difficult for him to really push Li Tang's record to the full range, because Li Tang's reputation was not enough and the record company did not have enough publicity.

"It's the Internet age, and you can't bury real good music." Clara said: "As long as there is music, no one will worry about no one listening."

Fang Han nodded.

Clara asked: "Fang Han, who owns that record company?"

Fang Han shook his head and smiled, "You can help me with my senior sister's company."

"Okay." Clara smiled, "It should be quite interesting."

Fang Han smiled and said, "I'll know when I go!"

It seems that Clara yearns for that kind of luxurious life, and takes a look with Jiang Xiaowan and see the situation of the Tulip Sisters. She will have a clear understanding.

Everyone has their own life, some yearning for peace, some yearning for glory, and Clara is still young. She has experienced life and death and has a special love for life. It is understandable to experience that luxurious life, just like Anne Cole, who was like this in the beginning. What he wanted to do was not to restrict her, but to accompany her.

———

Fang Han was about to go to bed with Clara when Ingret called and said he had messed up. Jack and the others monitored him. Ron was going to commit the crime. When Jack and the others stopped him, he escaped.

"Running?" Fang Han frowned: "Okay, I'll go there right away!"

He put down the phone and spread his hands at Clara, and said helplessly: "What happened, I'm going back."

"This Ingret!" Clara bit her red lips and said hatefully: "It's so annoying!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "A serial murderer escaped!"

"Then go quickly!" Clara helped him put on his clothes and kissed his lips: "Be careful, don't hurt yourself!"

Fang Han nodded, got in the car and came to the headquarters of F.com.

The atmosphere in Ingret's office was heavy. Fang Han glanced in and saw Jack's arm wrapped in a scrub, obviously injured.

"Fang Han, Ron escaped." Ingret smiled bitterly and said, "Look at it."

Aisha began to play a video file. Fang Han saw Ron in the camera wearing a hooded sweatshirt and sneakers, walking lightly and vigorously on the street. In front of him was a thin woman, wearing high-rooted shoes and walking slowly.

The camera can only show Ron's back. It has a slender and sturdy figure and is not quite burly. It gives people a leopard-like feeling, as if the body contains explosive power.

Ron's footsteps remained unchanged, like a normal passerby. When he passed by a thin woman, he suddenly turned around and hugged her, pulled out the dagger on his waist and was about to stab her.

"Stop! F-pil!" Jack shouted, and the four men pulled out their guns and rushed over.

The camera is still working, faithfully recording everything.

Ron was calm and put the dagger on the woman's neck. He looked at Jack and the others with a smile, shook his head and said, "You finally showed up!"

The woman in his arms was about twenty years old and was wearing heavy makeup. Her face froze at this time, and her body could not move. She raised her head desperately, trying her best to avoid the sharpness of the dagger.

Ron is a young man with an ordinary appearance, with golden curly hair on his scalp, golden eyebrows, and particularly pale skin.

Jack shouted: "Ron Wheden, it's all over, put down your weapons!"

"No, no." Ron smiled, and the dagger slashed slightly, and the woman screamed in a scream, and a few drops of blood flowed down her neck.

Ron looked at them with a smile: "If you don't put down your gun, I'll kill her."

"You have to die if you kill her!" Jack shouted: "You will be shot dead when you go to prison or be killed. You should choose the same thing. You are a rich man, and you won't be too sad even if you go to prison!"

Ron laughed: "You make sense, but I decided to let you put down your gun and not test my patience. I will just say it once, or you beat me to death, she will die with me, or you put down your gun and let me go, I will count to five!"

He began to count, counting "one, two, three, four" with a smile.

"Okay, put down the gun!" Jack yelled.

Ron smiled and said, "You made the right choice!...Now, you threw the gun into the sewer to let me see clearly!"

There was a sewer iron net under Jack and the others' feet.

Jack roared, took the iron net away, threw the gun in, and the rest of the people threw the gun in.

Jack yelled: "Can you let go now?"

"Very good!" Ron smiled and said, "Now you guys leave!"

"If we don't let her go, we will never leave!" Jack pointed to the woman.

Ron laughed and spread his hands embarrassedly: "It seems that you are not fake, they are really fucking people. I was just kidding, lady, don't be surprised,... goodbye!"

He let go of the woman, apologized, then turned around and ran, at a very fast speed.

Jack and the four of them chased each other desperately and left the scope of the camera.

Fang Han turned his head to look at Jack. Jack smiled bitterly: "He has a very powerful fighting technique and has a knife. I was stabbed by him and escaped."

"Why don't you apply for an arrest warrant immediately?" Fang Han asked.

Ingret shook his head and said, "His lawyer team has been dispatched. He protested to the F-Press. He called the police again. He said that someone pretended to be F-Press and robbed him."

Jack said helplessly: "We are in a hurry to stop him. He caught the handle without showing his ID."

Fang Han turned his head and said, "Can you get the search warrant?"

Ingret shook his head and said, "The Whedon family is very powerful. They have friendship with the prosecutors, and it is difficult to obtain a search warrant without definite evidence."

Fang Han knew that if he couldn't get the search warrant, it would be useless even if he found evidence at his house and could not be used as evidence in court.

"Where is that victim?" Fang Han asked.

Ingret said: "I've been bought by them and I won't sue him!"

Fang Han said: "Then there is nothing we can do?"

Ingret sighed: "There is no way. If they are disturbed by their lawyers, they may not even be able to monitor them!"

Fang Han frowned and said nothing.

This is the power of money in the United States. You can hire a lawyer and you may say that the black ones are white.

Ingret said: "The breakthrough is still on that woman. Please ask her about Ron and let her understand that either Ron is sent to prison or she dies."

Ingret turned his head and said, "Jack, bring her here."

Jack nodded.

Fang Han frowned and shook his head.

Ingret said: "I'm afraid I'll mess up this time."

Fang Han said: "Hold him first, at least he can't do evil at the moment. Sooner or later, he can find his flaws, and I guess that woman can't find it either."

"Silenced?"

"Maybe I've given a lot of money to leave New York." Fang Han sighed. The power of money can drive people to do a lot of things.

An hour later, Jack brought people back and shook his head in disappointment: "She is Lisa, and she has left New York and gone to Texas."

"Finish her." Ingret snorted.

Jack nodded: "Searching her position!"

Fang Han glanced at him and felt his emotions surging.

Ingret saw Fang Han's eyes and said, "Jack, even if it is like this now, we can't let him kill someone before stopping it. We will catch him!"

Jack snorted, "This Lisa!"
To be continued...