Damn it! What should I do to clean up after acting on impulse?

The man in the black trench coat and the man in the shirt felt pretty much the same at this moment.

They both felt like they had seen a ghost!

Just as they finished their transaction and were preparing to retreat.

This son of a gun fell from the sky, directly smashing through the roof of the cargo container and landing in the middle of the two groups.

The man in the shirt looked at Fang Ran, who had fallen from the sky, his eye twitching, and then looked at the broken roof of the cargo container.

Holy crap! That was made of iron, right! It was made of iron, right! It was definitely made of iron, right!!

The man in the shirt roared wildly in his heart, wishing he could grab the collar of his subordinate next to him and shout!

Where did this son of a gun come from!

And the man in the black coat had similar feelings. He and all his black-coated subordinates pulled out their guns, some pointing at Fang Ran, and some pointing at the man in the shirt.

At the same time, he was rapidly thinking about the current situation.

In his mind, at a time like this, even if the other party pulled out their guns and started shooting after the transaction, turning hostile and not acknowledging the deal, he wouldn't be surprised. In his experience, such things were all too common, and he had come through precisely such experiences.

But the current situation made this gang boss a little confused.

Someone just smashed through the cargo container and fell out.

What kind of move is this!?

Although he was puzzled, it didn't stop him from pulling out his gun and being on guard at this moment.

Both groups became tense, holding their firearms and pointing them at each other's heads, with some also pointing at Fang Ran's head.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Because no one knew how to speak, and no one wanted to speak first!

The man in the shirt and the man in the black trench coat both ferociously pulled out their Desert Eagles and Colt M2000s and pointed them at each other's heads, both with expressions of 'you're playing tricks,' believing this was a move arranged by the other side!

The atmosphere was tense, the muzzles were heating up, and it seemed like a gunfight was about to erupt!

"Uh, that... good... good... good evening?"

However, at this critical moment, a goofy person spoke hesitantly, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Swish! Swish!

Both men simultaneously pointed their guns at Fang Ran!

"Your man?"

"You sent him?"

Both spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other with a hint of surprise.

But at this moment, Fang Ran was practically in tears.

Holy crap!

What is going on!

He wished he could slap himself twice.

This pit wasn't just deep, it was deathly deep!

Someone tell me, how the hell did I, just by missing a step, end up in a situation where two groups of big shots are pointing guns at me?!

"What's going on? These aren't your people?"

The man in the black trench coat asked coldly, aiming his gun at Fang Ran's forehead again.

Holy crap, brother, can you keep that thing away from me? And what the hell is with your outfit, are you cosplaying Gin?! Are the people behind you employees of the Organization you hired?!

"I was wondering the same thing, if these were your people?"

The man in the shirt also sneered back with an unhappy expression.

Damn it! I wasn't sent by anyone, I just missed a step! Also, why aren't you guys sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, what are you doing holed up in this shady place?!

While the two big shots were negotiating, Fang Ran, who was so nervous he had turned into a complaining machine, was frantically complaining in his mind.

"Fang Ran! Fang Ran!!"

Just at this critical moment, Ling's anxious voice rang out in Fang Ran's mind!

"I'm here! I'm here!!!"

Fang Ran quickly responded indistinctly.

"Are you okay?! That's great! Come up quickly! I think there are people moving nearby!"

Ling said to Fang Ran with extreme anxiety in her voice, very worried about Fang Ran's situation.

Of course...

This was all Ling faking it.

From the Night Web connecting to the internet, connecting to the local network, connecting to a suspicious encrypted communication, Ling learned about the 'deal' between these two groups tonight, and then...

Heh heh.

Everything was left unsaid.

Of course, Fang Ran didn't know this at the moment. His adorable power bank had planned another scheme, and this time it finally succeeded in trapping him.

At this moment, Fang Ran thought with tears streaming down his face.

Oh, my dear aunt, this isn't just seems like people are moving, the criminals' guns are practically pressed against my head.

"What?! Eh! You're surrounded?! Damn it!"

Ling continued to perfectly portray the image of a friend worried about her friend's crisis, speaking anxiously.

"No! My power is insufficient, you'll have to rely on yourself!"

Ling lied with a straight face.

"What!?"

Fang Ran was dumbfounded, looking at the narrow cargo container passage, where people on both sides blocked the entrances, everyone holding guns and being wary of each other!

Ah, in this situation, tell me how I'm supposed to solve it myself!

Ling floated above the cargo container, looking through the large hole Fang Ran had smashed, observing the situation inside.

In the data space.

Ling crossed her legs, the hem of her gothic dress suspended in the air. She watched Fang Ran's current predicament and let out a mischievous, imp-like laugh:

"This time, let's see what you'll do?"

"This time, I'll definitely force out your true face!"

That's right, with Ling's personality, how could she possibly train Fang Ran step by step, starting with the basics?

Ling had always firmly believed that only real-life combat could make someone grow.

Otherwise, it would be useless, just like that idiot Fang Ran, who only knew how to memorize vocabulary but never did any exercises, which is why he still hadn't passed Level 4.

And this method was also one of Ling's ways to explore Fang Ran's true nature.

"Kid! Who are you!"

At this moment, the two big shots had confirmed that Fang Ran was not sent by either of their sides. Of course, they also each felt that if the other side were to send someone, they wouldn't send such a pathetic wretch in such a ridiculous manner.

Shit shit shit shit!!!

It's over!!

Fang Ran was so nervous that cold sweat poured down, not knowing how to answer.

This was the first time in his life he had seen a real gun.

The first time he had seen such vicious and evil bad guys.

He was even having trouble breathing and had forgotten about the defense that Silver Severing Dragon Tooth in his hand inherently possessed.

"You brat, I'm asking you a question!!!"

The shirted man cursed, raising the butt of his gun and smashing it directly towards Fang Ran's head!

High above, seeing the shirted man mercilessly smash Fang Ran with his pistol, Ling frowned.

A wave of Psychokinesis subtly protected Fang Ran's head, but Ling hesitated for a moment,

Then slowly dispersed it.

Bang!!

With a smash of the gun, Fang Ran felt a violent headache assault him, and he fell to the ground in a sorry state.

It hurts!

It hurts so much!

His consciousness was somewhat scattered, and Fang Ran instinctively gripped Silver Severing Dragon Tooth.

A sense of grievance, a sense of ferocity, spread in his heart.

It was like a long time ago, the unwillingness and grievance he felt when he was bullied as a child.

And a hint of anger he had almost forgotten.

The man in the shirt looked vicious, seeing that Fang Ran had no intention of speaking, he spat softly and was about to teach him another lesson.

Suddenly, his vision blurred!

The figure he had just smashed was already standing up, he didn't know when!

He had grabbed him by the neck, slammed him against the side of the cargo container, and the unknown silver-white weapon in his hand was pointed at his face!

"Wh-!!"

The man in the shirt looked at the figure who had suddenly erupted in shock, his hand even trembling as he dropped his gun.

Because the hand gripping his neck was gradually tightening!

And...

The calm and chilling look in the eyes of this black-haired young man in front of him made his hair stand on end!

"Don't move!!"

"Don't move!!"

"Let go of the boss!"

Swish!! Swish!! Swish!!

All the muzzles were pointed at Fang Ran, who had erupted at this moment.

Silver Severing Dragon Tooth was held in his hand, the man in the shirt in front of him had a look of panic and fear on his face, he looked at the black-haired young man sharply and said in a fierce but inwardly weak voice:

"You'd better let go!"

Fang Ran was gripping his neck, Silver Severing Dragon Tooth was pointed at his heart, the dark cargo container made it impossible to see Fang Ran's expression at this moment due to the dim flashlight.

The man in the shirt's harsh words did not make him flinch, but instead further ignited his ferocity.

He really wanted to just plunge Silver Severing Dragon Tooth into his heart and then listen to what else he could say.

Kill him.

Kill him.

You are no longer an ordinary person now.

Kill him.

It's okay.

And he's a bad guy who sells drugs.

It doesn't matter if this kind of person dies, right?

Thoughts sprouted, a kind of madness and darkness that he had never dared to imagine before spread in his heart.

The hand gripping the man in the shirt's neck became stronger and stronger, and the man in the shirt also felt it, the eyes of the black-haired young man who was restraining him at this moment became deeper and more dangerous.

But,

Just then.

Suddenly, the death throes of everyone he had 'killed' yesterday appeared before his eyes, including the bloody and mangled Si Ai.

He fell silent for a second under the gunpoint, then slowly exhaled. His sharp gaze softened, and Fang Ran returned to being Fang Ran, his mouth twitching as he looked around.

Damn it! I jumped out on impulse, and now look at this!

How am I going to end this now...

Ah, tomorrow is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday again, with classes full from 8 am to 9 pm. Really, the author is truly not easy, please don't blame me for only being able to update once a day recently...

These few days I also have to write out tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that. I'm really tired...

This book hasn't been accumulating in the author's mind for long, many plots are thought up on the spot. I'm trying hard to make sure this doesn't collapse, that doesn't collapse, and that the plot is interesting. Alas,

The collections aren't increasing, there are no recommendation spots, and the results aren't great. It's really hard for the author to persevere. Oh right, if...

If I push myself to write another chapter today, will there be new book reviews, recommendations, collections, or rewards? (Note: Hope we can win)