Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"How dare you say it wasn't you?!" The black man was so angry that he wanted to punch someone, but was stopped by Bethea.

"Don't hit people, hitting people will make you feel that you are not right."

The black man gritted his teeth: "Do you dare to say it?"

Carl sneered: "Sneer! Why shouldn't I dare to say it? Everything you said now is your subjective conjecture, and there is no direct evidence to prove your guess. Why should I be responsible for your guess? I didn't do it!"

"Fuck, this person is so shameless." The black man's forehead was bulging with veins, and he tried his best to pull Bethea away and rushed forward again.

Carl was sure that Bethea would not let go, and continued to provoke: "You guys locked me up here for a private trial, and I haven't gotten to grips with you yet. Who is shameless? Watch your words."

"You!" The black man's blood rushed to his head, and he turned back and said to Bethea with a fierce look: "Captain, let go. I must kill him today."

Bethea tightly held his waist: "We can't do it."

"Heh." Carl sneered at the two of them, turned around and was about to leave: "I don't have time to play house with you here."

"You are not allowed to leave!" The black man shouted.

Carl put his hand on the door without turning his head: "If you can show evidence that you can send me directly to the management, I'm sorry I won't accompany you."

He Sizhe immediately followed and wanted to leave together. He was still glad that Carl was worthy of being from the sixth continent. At this time, he could still be so righteous and confident, suppressing the people in the third group in terms of momentum.

"Wait." Qiao Nian had been silent before, and now suddenly flashed to block the door and their way.

"You want evidence, right?" She raised her eyes, without the excitement of the black man, nor the anger on the faces of Bethia and others, only a pair of eyes as calm as the deep sea.

She just stood there calmly, giving people a pressure heavier than a thousand pounds, suddenly covering Karl and He Sizhe.

He Sizhe clearly felt that the atmosphere inside had changed.

Karl also tightened his cheeks, smiling arrogantly: "Do you have evidence?" He put on an attitude of fearlessness, but his tone was not as certain as before.

Qiao Nian looked at He Sizhe who was narrating with a smile, pointing at him: "Is it too late to deal with the file bag he gave you?"

Karl pressed down his thick eyebrows, and then held back, pretending to be calm and looking away: "I don't know what you are talking about. I don't have the file bag you said, and the things I brought are all here, you can check."

"Didn't you just say that we are not qualified to hold a private court session, and now you are willing to let me check your things?" Qiao Nian didn't wait for him to speak.

He took back his hand from the door handle, pulled down his cap, and said calmly: "The big guys from the Sixth Continent just left, and you didn't have time to go back, and you were brought here by the blacks. But the file bag is not with you, so where would you put it? Where can you put it?"

Karl unconsciously clenched his hands: "I said, there is no such file bag."

Qiao Nian stared at him: "In the conference room."

Karl finally changed his face, showing a nervous expression, and denied with a tense look; "There is no such file bag!"

Qiao Nian had never responded to him from beginning to end. At this time, he stood up and looked past him at the blacks and Bethea behind him: "You find someone to go to the conference room to find the file bag he left behind. He should have stuffed it under the meeting notes or put it on his chair." (End of this chapter)