The middle-aged man came over, looked at Song Anran, and said with a sneer: "Your Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle must have at least seven or eight hundred thousand, and for people like you, the money you make every day is tens of thousands." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIf you call the police to file a lawsuit, don't say the trouble, and it will delay your time!"

He stretched out his palm, flipped it over, and said with a smile: "100,000 yuan! As long as you take out 100,000 yuan, this matter will be settled today, and we will never trouble you again, nor will we delay your precious time! What do you think of the best of both worlds?"

Song Anran's lungs were about to explode, especially when he saw the kid who touched the porcelain, his face was full of mockery.

He once learned that there were some bad guys who deliberately maimed some children to beg or coerce them into doing something illegal. But looking at the attitude of this teenager tonight, he seems to be enjoying it, and there is no coercion at all.

Song Anran smiled coldly, stared at the middle-aged man, and said, "You are right, for me, if you want to make money, you can make more than tens of thousands of dollars a day." ”

"I'm just interested in tonight, and I want to have fun! I'll give you ten minutes, fake the scene, remember to beat that little guy hard, it's better to get a lifelong cripple! I'm happy to pay to listen to the screams!"

After speaking, Song Anran leaned against the car door with his arms in his arms, looking like he was watching a play!

The development of things did not follow their script, which made the middle-aged man a little at a loss, his face was cloudy and sunny, and his eyes were patrolling back and forth between Song Anran and the Mercedes-Benz from time to time!

Before long, the middle-aged man made a decision, his face turned cold, and he said, "If you do this, you will completely tear your face with us." I've been in this area for many years, and I've done a lot of things to chop people's hands and feet, are you sure you want to do this?"

Song Anran said disdainfully: "How capable can you be when it comes to making money by touching porcelain?"

He shouted impatiently: "Hurry up, my time is indeed precious! If you can't do it, I can hit it harder again, this time I will definitely be able to hit it hard, and I guarantee that he will not die or be disabled!"

Song Anran's scoundrel and fearless attitude made middle-aged people suspicious.

"You ......" He stared at Song Anran, his eyes were almost bursting with fire, and finally met a man who played cards out of common sense, had money, and was ruthless, and he didn't know what to do with it for a while.

"Brother Qian, what are you doing talking nonsense with him! Give him a beating first, don't worry about him being disobedient!"

At that moment, a person beside Lao Qian took out an iron rod from his body and smashed it down on Song Anran. Several other men pulled out iron rods one after another, rushed up, and slashed their heads and faces at Song Anran.

The iron rods they used were all of a standard, about half a meter long, solid, and about two centimeters in diameter.

An iron rod of this weight, smashed with a stick, can definitely break bones. These people had hideous and terrifying faces, and the iron rod was waving in the wind, obviously with a lethal force, and they couldn't wait to smash Song Anran to his stomach.

But their speed and level are really not enough for the current Song Anran.

Song Anran dealt with it very easily, and one sideways passed through the waving iron rod, grabbed a person's neck, threw him hard, and threw him directly on the wall of the shop on the side of the road.

With a muffled bang, the person shook the wall into dust, slid down from the wall, and passed out.

At the same time, Song Anran kicked left and right, plus a slap, basically one hit at a time.

Almost instantly, there was no one in this group who could stand up except for Lao Qian and the young man.

Song Anran turned around and saw Lao Qian holding a butterfly knife in his hand, and shook it up, it was really like a knife.

Old Qian's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he stammered a little and said, "You...... Don't come here, I'm amazing!"

Song Anran smiled disdainfully and slowly approached him.

Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, passed through the shadow of the knife like electricity, and took his hand holding the knife!

Lao Qian's left hand immediately grabbed Song Anran's right wrist, and in this way, the three hands held each other and entered a state of wrestling.

However, even though Lao Qian was exerting his strength with both hands, Song Anran still held his right hand holding the knife, firmly approaching his throat.

Lao Qian's hand holding the knife was constantly trembling, the back of his hand was already red and purple, and after being held by Song Anran, he couldn't even abandon the knife.

At this time, Lao Qian was already miserable and scared, but he didn't expect to finally encounter a hard stubble tonight.

His own hand holding the knife was pushed by the other man, slowly moving towards his throat, and the force was almost unstoppable.

He could be said to have fought hard and activated all the strength in his body, but the blade was still pressing, just a little slowly.

As for his right hand, which held the knife, he had lost consciousness, and there was a subtle clicking sound, the sound of a finger bone cracking under an irresistible squeeze.

He didn't dare to do anything else now, for fear that he wouldn't be able to hold on to a distraction and be completely crushed by the force that was being pushed. As soon as the blade of the butterfly knife touched his throat, his throat would be easily cut open like butter.

"Let my dad go!"

When Song Anran heard the roar, he also sensed a breeze coming from the back of his head.

He suddenly lifted the old money, switched places with him, and used his body to block the attack from behind.

This sudden change was just right, an iron rod smashed right on Lao Qian's shoulder, and with a click, Lao Qian's collarbone was broken!

The blade of the butterfly knife also pushed to the throat of the old money!

The old man, whose heart was like ashes, completely gave up resistance, and his whole body seemed to be washed with water, and begged: "Please, don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!"

Song Anran looked at the young man who was glaring at him angrily, and was very emotional, there are really everyone in this world, and there are even people who let their sons risk their lives to touch porcelain.

Thinking of this, Song Anran no longer had any pity for Lao Qian, and punched him in the abdomen, which immediately made him lose his ability to resist, like a puddle of mud, and he collapsed on the road.

As for the young man who pounced bravely with an iron rod, he was also directly stunned by a knife in his hand!

After knocking everyone over, Song Anran directly dialed Shen Zhixin's phone.

"Brother, hurry up, what's the thrilling thing this time?"

Hearing Shen Zhixin's words that he couldn't hide his excitement, Song Anran was a black line, and said speechlessly: "Do you want me to live a good life? Looking for you this time is a trivial matter! Do you know the people from the Linquan City police?"

Song Anran simply recounted what happened just now.

It didn't seem to meet Shen Zhixin's excitement standard, which made him a little bored, and said listlessly: "This little thing, you wait, I'll find someone to deal with it!"

Shen Zhixin's efficiency was quite high, and after hanging up the phone, that is, ten minutes, three police cars came to the scene, and after briefly asking Song Anran a few words, he escorted all these people away.

After this delay, Song Anran returned home, and it was almost twelve o'clock.

He quietly came to Concubine Lin's room, and in the haze, he saw a beautiful body hidden under a thin blanket, and there was a faint fragrance unique to women, and the sweet smell of wine jumped into his nostrils.

Song Anran walked to the side of the bed, covered her with a blanket, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by another degree, and then quietly left, and gently closed the door again.

In the dark, Concubine Lin's eyes were extraordinarily bright, she muttered "coward", turned over, smiled at the corners of her mouth, and fell asleep!

Song Anran returned to the room to rest, and soon fell asleep!

In the haze, he sensed a faint danger, as if he saw a dark figure standing at the head of the bed, a pair of pitch-black claws grabbing at his neck......

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