Chapter 18: The Aggressive Interview

[Chapter 18: The Aggressive Interview]

Hilda Hotel.

Ike Blazer smiled at the girl in front of him. He placed a Barbie doll in her hand and said, "Look, I got you your favorite doll."

The girl gently nodded, "Yes, Dad."

Blazer smiled back, "Well then, you can start now."

The girl moved closer to the camera.

Her cheeks were rosy with a shiny apple-like glow as she whispered, "I'm a bit scared, Dad."

"There's nothing to worry about," Ike Blazer said as he fiddled with the camera equipment.

He gently encouraged her, "That's great... just focus on the camera."

He concentrated on the viewfinder, capturing images one after another. "Perfect... this is fantastic."

The girl lowered her head, "Will Mommy be mad?"

"We won't tell her," Ike Blazer replied.

"But... I don't know..." the girl murmured.

Ike Blazer walked over, hugging her tightly. "You can't say anything. You can't tell anyone. Otherwise, you'll lose all your toys, and Daddy and Mommy won't love you anymore. Do you understand?"

Fear showed in the girl's eyes, "I won't say anything."

"Good," Ike Blazer smiled with satisfaction, "I trust you, kid. Don't disappoint me."

He kept comforting her while she trembled, feeling unable to resist in front of her father.

Just then, there was a loud knock at the door.

Ike Blazer looked anxiously at the door, "What's going on?"

"Emergency, sir! Please open the door immediately; your wife may be in trouble!"

Ike Blazer frowned and said to the girl, "Go to your room and don't come out."

The girl hurriedly grabbed her clothes and ran into the room.

...

Cautiously, Ike approached the door, opened it slightly, and peeked out just as the door slammed into him, striking his head and causing darkness to cloud his vision.

Then, Ian landed a punch on his face, grabbing his neck and slamming him against the wall.

The onslaught left Ike Blazer dizzy.

With little strength to begin with, Ian had to resort to the most straightforward and brutal method to resolve the situation; otherwise, he couldn't guarantee he could subdue Blazer.

Meanwhile, Kate followed closely behind, holding a camera -- she was a professional paparazzo, and her camera was always by her side.

Who knew she'd once been in front of the lens and never imagined she would one day play a role as a photographer? Thankfully, digital cameras were not hard to use, and upon seeing the little girl in the adjacent room, she realized Ian wasn't lying.

Truly unbelievable!

She trembled with the camera in hand and said, "Isn't this a bit excessive, Ian?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Kate! Be professional! Hand me the microphone!" Ian yelled while continuing to slam Blazer's head against the wall.

Kate, feeling helpless, passed the microphone over.

...

Ike Blazer's eyes swirled with stars as he gasped, "You..."

Seizing the upper hand, Ian kept slamming Blazer's head against the wall, shouting, "This is Ian Carr, lead reporter for the Los Angeles Herald, reporting live... just moments ago, I uncovered a heinous act!"

He punched Blazer in the gut. "Who is the girl in that room to you?"

Ike Blazer's face twisted in agony, unable to respond.

The girl screamed in terror, "Daddy!"

"Daddy?" Ian was taken aback.

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, "You're her father?"

"She's not my biological daughter!" Ike Blazer shouted, and then realized something, declaring, "No, this cannot be!"

Bang!

Ian landed another punch on his face, kicked him hard in the gut.

He needed to make sure this guy had no strength to fight back.

Kate called out, "If you keep hitting him, he'll die!"

Whether he lived or died, Ian knew he was tired himself.

He had to start working out!

What kind of cool reporter didn't have a good body?

Ian shouted back to Kate, "Keep filming!"

Then he turned to the room and asked, "How old are you, kid?"

"Ten!" the girl replied, trembling as she witnessed the scene.

Bang!

Ian slammed Ike Blazer's head hard against the floor.

Ike Blazer felt dizzy, mumbling, "You can't do this... I can pay you..."

"Don't get me wrong; I'm just here for a live interview," Ian interjected quickly. "I'm not a robber. Now answer me, what made you do this?"

Ike Blazer groaned, "Let me go... I can give you money..."

Ian grabbed his head and slammed it against the ground again. "That's not the answer I want. Tell me, what were you thinking when you did this?"

Ike Blazer finally passed out.

Was this a journalist? No, he was clearly a demon!

Ian shook his head slightly, "You're truly a monster. What's your name?"

"He's Ike Blazer, and I'm Lila!" the girl answered from beside him.

Ian turned to look at her.

For a moment, he wanted to interview this girl, but his conscience held him back.

Unfortunately, that conscience was limited!

He took the camera from Kate. "Cover your face!"

The girl obeyed, covering her face.

Ian took photos of her, capturing shots all around and turned back to see Ike Blazer trying to get up. He kicked him down again and resumed his interview. "What's your job?"

Ike Blazer groaned, "I'm a producer, please don't expose me... I swear to God I won't do this again; I can give you money."

Oh! Another producer!

Hollywood was never short on producers!

Kate was speechless.

Ian shook his head slightly, "I won't promise not to take money from others, but you're an exception. Don't worry; I won't expose your daughter's name or identity, but you can't escape."

With that, he grabbed Ike Blazer's head and slammed it against the floor again.

This time, he knocked him out cold.

Did it really take this many hits to get him to pass out?

I guess he was really useless!

...

Ian walked over to Ike Blazer's camera and checked the contents, shaking his head in disbelief.

Then he looked at Kate, "Congratulations, you helped save a poor girl. Will this change any of the bad impressions you have of me?"

Kate rolled her eyes and didn't know what to say. Eventually, she just shook her head, "Not enough to get me into your bed, Ian."

Then she asked curiously, "How did you find out? He was pulling the curtains."

Ian smiled, "But there were gaps. I told you, I have an eye for observation."

Well, that was a bit boastful.

Not two eyes, just one.

Better suited for spotting gaps, right?

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