"You dare to say it wasn't you?!" The black man was so angry that he wanted to punch someone, but Bethea stopped him.
"Don't hit people. If you hit them, you will be unreasonable."
The black man gritted his teeth: "Do you dare to say it?"
Karl sneered: "Tsk! Why don't I dare to say it? Everything you say now is your subjective conjecture. There is no direct evidence to prove your guess. Why should I be responsible for your guess. I never did it!"
“Damn, this man is so shameless.” The black man’s forehead showed veins, and he desperately pulled Bethea away and tried to rush forward.
Karl was sure that Bethea would not let go, and continued to provoke: "A group of you locked me up here to hold a private trial, and I haven't argued with you yet. Who is shameless? Be careful what you say."
“You!” The black man’s blood rushed to the Tianling Gai. He turned around and said to Bethia with an angry look: “Captain, let go. I must beat him to death today.”
Bethiya tightly held his waist: "We can't do anything."
"Heh." Karl sneered at the two of them and turned to leave: "I don't have time to play house with you here."
“You are not allowed to leave!” the black man yelled.
Karl put his hand on the door without looking back: "If you can provide evidence to prove that you can send me directly to the management, please forgive me for not accompanying you."
He Sizhe immediately followed and wanted to leave together. He was still glad that Karl was worthy of being from the Sixth Continent. At this time, he could be so confident and confident, overwhelming the three groups of people in terms of momentum.
"Wait a minute." Qiao Nian had been silent before, but now he suddenly blocked the door and blocked their way.
"You want evidence, right?" She raised her eyes. There was no excitement on the black people's face, nor the anger on the faces of Bethea and others, only a pair of eyes as calm as the deep sea. Just standing there calmly, a pressure heavier than a thousand pounds suddenly fell on Karl and He Sizhe.
He Sizhe clearly felt that the atmosphere inside had changed.
Karl also tightened his cheek muscles and looked at him with a smile: "Do you have evidence?" He showed an unafraid attitude, but his tone was not as sure as before.
Qiao Nian looked at the narrator He Sizhe with a smile and pointed at him: "Isn't it too late to process the document bag he gave you?"
Karl’s thick eyebrows were pressed down, and he held back, pretending to be calm and averting his eyes: “I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t have the document bag you mentioned. Everything I brought is here, you can check it.”
“Didn’t you just say that we are not qualified to hold court in private, and now you are willing to let me inspect your things?” Qiao Nian did not wait for him to speak.
He took back his hand on the door handle, pulled down his peaked cap, and said calmly: "The big shots in the Sixth Continent just left, and before you had time to go back, the black men brought them over. But the document bag is not on you. So where would you put it?"
Karl clenched his hands unconsciously: "I told you, there is no such document bag."
Qiao Nian looked at him closely: "In the conference room."
Karl’s expression finally changed, showing a nervous expression and a tense expression of denial; “There is no such document bag!”
Qiao Nian didn't respond to him from beginning to end. Then he straightened up and looked past him at the black man and Bethea behind him: "You should find someone to go to the conference room to retrieve the document bag he left behind. He should stuff it in the meeting notes." below or on your own chair." (End of chapter)
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