The Black Windbreaker Man and the man in the shirt felt about the same right now.
It was like they had seen a ghost!
Just as they had finished the deal and were about to back away and leave separately,
this bastard fell from the sky, smashing straight through the top of the cargo container and landing between both groups.
The Shirt Man looked at Fang Ran, who had fallen from above, the corner of his eye twitching. Then he looked at the broken roof of the container.
Fuck! That was sheet metal, right? It was sheet metal, right? It was definitely sheet metal, right?!
The Shirt Man roared wildly in his heart, wishing he could grab one of his underlings by the collar and shout!
Where the hell did this bastard come from?!
The Black Windbreaker Man felt much the same. He and all his men in black windbreakers had drawn their guns, some aiming at Fang Ran and some at the Shirt Man.
At the same time, he rapidly considered the situation.
In his mind, even if the other side had pulled guns after the deal and turned hostile, he would not have been surprised. He had encountered plenty of such situations, and he had made it this far by wading through them.
But the current situation left this mafia boss utterly baffled.
Someone had smashed through the container roof and fallen down.
What kind of move was that?!
Although he did not understand it, that did not stop him from drawing his gun and remaining on guard.
Both groups tensed up, aiming their weapons at each other's heads, while some pointed at Fang Ran's head.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Because no one knew how to speak first, and no one was willing to be the first to speak!
The Shirt Man and the Black Windbreaker Man both viciously raised their Desert Eagle and Colt M2000 at each other's heads, each wearing an expression that said, "So you were playing tricks," convinced this was the other side's scheme!
The air was murderous, the gun barrels ready to fire, as though gunpowder could explode at any moment!
"Uh, g-good evening?"
Yet at that goddamn moment, an idiot shakily spoke up, trying to ease the awkward tension.
Swish! Swish!
Both men aimed their guns at Fang Ran at the same time!
"Your man?"
"Someone you sent?"
They spoke simultaneously, then both looked at each other with a hint of surprise.
But Fang Ran was practically on the verge of tears.
Fuck!
What was going on?!
He wanted nothing more than to slap himself hard across the face twice.
This pit was not merely deep. It was fucking bottomless!
Could someone tell him how the hell one misstep had landed him in a situation where two gangs of big shots were pointing guns at him?!
"What is this? He isn't someone you sent?"
The Black Windbreaker Man asked coldly, aiming his gun at Fang Ran's forehead again.
Fuck, man, could you move that thing in your hand a little farther away from me? And what the hell is with that outfit? Are you cosplaying Gin or something?! Are all those guys behind you Liquor Factory Employees you hired?!
"I was just wondering whether he was someone you sent."
The Shirt Man also sneered and asked back, his expression displeased.
Damn it! I wasn't sent by anyone! I just missed a step! Also, why the hell are you guys hiding in a place like this in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?!
As the two bosses negotiated, Fang Ran, so nervous he had become a complaint-spewing machine, ranted madly in his mind.
"Fang Ran! Fang Ran!!"
At that critical moment, Ling's anxious voice rang out in Fang Ran's mind!
"I'm here! I'm here!!!"
Fang Ran hurriedly answered in a muddled voice.
"Are you okay? Thank goodness! Get up here, quickly! I think someone nearby is making a move!"
Ling spoke to Fang Ran with extreme urgency, sounding deeply worried about his situation.
Of course,
all of that was an act.
By connecting Night Web to the internet, then to the local network, and then to a suspicious encrypted communication channel, Ling had learned of tonight's "deal" between these two groups. Then—
Heh.
Everything went without saying.
Naturally, Fang Ran did not know that his adorable Power Bank had planned another scheme and had finally succeeded in screwing him over this time.
Fang Ran was currently weeping inwardly.
My dear lady, this isn't just someone making a move. Those criminals' guns are practically pressed against my head.
"What?! Huh?! You're surrounded?! Damn it!"
Ling continued flawlessly playing the role of a friend worried about her companion in danger, crying out anxiously.
"No! My power is insufficient. You can only rely on yourself!"
Ling lied with a completely straight face.
"What?!"
Fang Ran was dumbfounded. In the narrow passage inside the container, people from both sides blocked the entrances at either end, everyone holding guns and guarding against one another!
For fuck's sake, in a situation like this, how was he supposed to handle it by himself?!
Ling floated above the cargo container, looking through the hole Fang Ran had smashed open at the situation inside.
Data space.
Ling crossed her legs, the hem of her gothic dress suspended in the air. Watching Fang Ran's predicament, she let out a laugh like a little demon's:
"This time, let's see what you do."
"This time, I'll definitely force out your true nature!"
That was right. Given Ling's personality, how could she possibly train Fang Ran properly, step by step from the basics?
Ling had always believed that only real combat in real situations could make people grow.
Otherwise, he would be like that idiot Fang Ran, who only memorized vocabulary and never did practice questions, so he still had not passed CET-4. Completely useless.
And this method was also one of Ling's ways of probing Fang Ran's true nature.
"Kid! Who the hell are you?!"
By then, the bosses on both sides had already confirmed that Fang Ran had not been sent by either party. Of course, each also thought that even if the other side had sent someone, they would not have dispatched such a dumbass in such a ridiculous way.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!
I'm done for!!
Cold sweat poured down Fang Ran's face as he had no idea how to answer.
This was the first time in his life he had ever seen real guns.
The first time he had seen such vicious criminals.
He was even so terrified that he had forgotten Silver Severing Dragon Tooth possessed its own defensive ability.
"You little bastard, I'm talking to you!!!"
The Shirt Man spat out a curse and raised his gun, smashing the butt straight toward Fang Ran's head!
High above, Ling frowned when she saw the Shirt Man ruthlessly swing his handgun at Fang Ran.
An invisible force of telekinesis discreetly shielded Fang Ran's head, but Ling hesitated for a moment,
then slowly withdrew it.
Bang!!
The gun butt came down hard. Fang Ran felt a violent headache strike him, and he fell to the ground in a miserable heap.
It hurt!
It hurt so much!
His consciousness blurred slightly as Fang Ran instinctively gripped Silver Severing Dragon Tooth.
A certain grievance and a certain viciousness spread through his heart.
It was like the resentment and humiliation he had felt long ago, when he had been bullied as a child.
Along with a trace of anger he had nearly forgotten.
The Shirt Man wore a vicious expression. Seeing that Fang Ran still did not seem inclined to speak, he cursed under his breath and was about to teach him another lesson when—
His vision suddenly blurred!
The figure he had struck had somehow already risen to his feet!
He grabbed his own throat and slammed himself against the side wall of the container. The unknown silver-white weapon in his hand was already pointed at his own face!
"Wha—!!"
The Shirt Man stared in horror at the figure who had suddenly erupted, his hand trembling so badly that he dropped his gun.
Because the hand gripping his throat was gradually tightening!
And—
the calm, chilling look in this black-haired youth's eyes made his scalp go numb!
"Don't move!!"
"Don't move!!"
"Let go of the boss!"
Swish!! Swish!! Swish!!
Every gun barrel was aimed at Fang Ran, who had suddenly sprung into action.
Silver Severing Dragon Tooth was in his hand. The Shirt Man's face was filled with panic and fear, yet he put on a fierce front as he shrieked at the black-haired youth:
"You'd better let go of me!"
Fang Ran gripped his throat, Silver Severing Dragon Tooth aimed at his heart. Under the dim flashlight beams, no one could make out Fang Ran's expression inside the dark container.
The Shirt Man's threat did not make him back down. Instead, it only stirred up even more of his viciousness.
He wanted so badly to drive Silver Severing Dragon Tooth into the man's heart, then hear what else he could say.
Kill him.
Kill him.
You aren't an ordinary person anymore.
Kill him.
It'll be fine.
Besides, he's a drug-dealing criminal.
It wouldn't matter if someone like him died, right?
The thought took root, and a madness and darkness he had never even dared imagine before spread through his heart.
His hand around the Shirt Man's throat tightened more and more, and the Shirt Man could feel it too. The black-haired youth restraining him had an increasingly dark and dangerous gaze.
But,
at that moment.
Suddenly, the deaths of everyone he had "killed" yesterday appeared before his eyes, including Si Ai's mangled, bloody body.
After a second of silence beneath all those gun barrels, he slowly exhaled. The sharpness faded from his eyes, and Fang Ran became Fang Ran again, his mouth twitching as he looked around at the situation.
Fuck! He had jumped out in a burst of hotheadedness. Now look what happened!
How the hell was he supposed to clean this up now?
Ah, tomorrow was Monday again—followed by Tuesday and Wednesday, with classes packed from eight in the morning until nine at night. Seriously, being an author was not easy. Please do not blame me for only being able to update once a day lately.
Over the next few days, I also had to write tomorrow's, the day after tomorrow's, and the day after that's chapters in advance. I'm really exhausted.
This book had not been in the author's mind for very long. Many of the plot points were things I came up with on the spot. I was trying hard to keep this from falling apart, keep that from falling apart, and still make the plot interesting. Sigh.
My bookmarks are not increasing, and without recommendation slots, the results are not great either. It is really hard for the author to keep going. Oh, right, if—
if I desperately manage to write another chapter today, will there be new book reviews, recommendations, bookmarks, or tips? (Note: I hope we can win.)
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