superhuman evolution

Chapter 55 Resolved
The middle-aged man came over, looked at Song Anran, and said with a sinister smile: "Your Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle costs at least 80 to [-] yuan. For a person like you, the money you earn every day is tens of thousands." .If you file a lawsuit with the police, don’t bother, it will also waste your time!”

He stretched out his palm, flipped it over, and said with a smile: "One hundred thousand! As long as you take out 10 yuan, today's matter will be forgotten, and we will never trouble you again, and we will not waste your precious time! How do you like the best of both worlds?"

Song Anran's lungs were about to explode, especially when he saw the kid who touched porcelain with a mocking expression on his face.

He once learned that there are some villains who intentionally mutilate some children to make them beg, or coerce them into doing some illegal things.But judging by the boy's attitude tonight, he seemed to be enjoying it very much, and he didn't show any coercion at all.

Song Anran smiled coldly, stared at the middle-aged man, and said, "You're right. For me, if I want to make money, I can earn more than tens of thousands every day."

"I happen to be interested tonight and want to have a good time! I'll give you 10 minutes, fake the scene, remember to beat that little guy hard, preferably permanently disabled! I'd love to pay to hear the screams !"

After finishing speaking, Song Anran leaned against the car door with her arms folded, looking like she was watching a play!

The development of the matter did not go according to their script, which made the middle-aged man a little bit at a loss. His face changed from time to time, and his eyes wandered back and forth between Song Anran and the Mercedes-Benz car from time to time!

Not long after, the middle-aged man made a decision, his face turned cold, and he said solemnly: "If you do this, you will completely tear us apart. My old money has been in this area for many years, and the matter of cutting people's hands and feet Not less, are you sure you want to do this?"

Song Anran said disdainfully: "How capable are you when you get involved in extorting money by touching porcelain?"

He shouted impatiently: "Hurry up, my time is really precious! If you can't make a move, I can hit it hard again, this time I will definitely hit it hard, and it will be disabled if I guarantee him not to die!"

Song Anran's rascal and fearless attitude made the middle-aged man suspicious.

"You..." He stared at Song Anran, his eyes almost spit fire, and finally met someone who didn't play cards according to common sense, still had money, and was ruthless. He didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

"Brother Qian, why are you talking nonsense with him! Beat him hard first, so you don't have to worry about him being disobedient!"

At that moment, a person beside Lao Qian pulled out an iron rod from his body, and threw it on Song Anran's head.Several other men pulled out their iron bars one after another, rushed forward, and lashed at Song Anran fiercely.

The iron rods they use are all standard, about half a meter long, solid, and about two centimeters in diameter.

An iron rod of this weight can definitely break bones if it is hit hard.The faces of these people were ferocious and terrifying, and the whistling of the iron rods was obviously exerting all their strength, wishing to smash Song Anran to the ground.

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

Song Anran responded very easily, and walked sideways through the swinging iron rod, grabbed a man'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 with dust, slid down from the wall, and passed out immediately.

At the same time, Song Anran kicked left and right, and slapped his face, basically one blow at a time.

Almost instantly, apart from Lao Qian and that young man, there was no one in this group who could stand up.

Song Anran turned around, and saw that Lao Qian was holding a butterfly knife in his hand, swishing it up, the knife was like a shadow.

Lao Qian's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he stammered, "You...don't come here, I'm very powerful!"

Song Anran smiled disdainfully, and slowly approached him.

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

Lao Qian's left hand immediately grasped Song Anran's right wrist, and just like this, the three hands held each other, entering a state of wrestling.

However, even though Lao Qian exerted 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 trembling constantly, and the back of his hand was already red and purple. After being held by Song Anran, he couldn't even let go of the knife.

At this time, Lao Qian had already suffered a lot in his heart, and he was also terrified, but he didn't expect to encounter a hard stubble at last tonight.

His own hand holding the knife was pushed by the opponent, slowly moving towards his throat, with such force that it was almost unstoppable.

It could be said that he had worked his life out and mobilized all the strength in his body, but the blade was still pressing, just a little slower.

As for the right hand holding the knife, he had already lost consciousness, and there was a constant cracking sound, which was the sound of the phalanx cracking under the irresistible squeeze.

He doesn't dare to do other movements at all now, for fear that he won't be able to hold on if he is distracted, and will be completely crushed by the force that is pushing him.As long as the blade of the butterfly knife touched his throat, his throat would be cut open like butter.

"Let my father go!"

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

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

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

The blade of the butterfly knife also pushed to Laoqian's throat!
The old Qian, who was heartbroken, gave up resistance completely, and his whole body seemed to be washed by water, begging: "Please, don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!"

Song Anran looked at the other side, and felt very emotional at the young man who was glaring at him. There are everyone in this world, and there are people who let his son risk his life to touch porcelain.

Thinking of this, Song Anran showed no sympathy for Lao Qian, and punched him in the abdomen, immediately making him lose his ability to resist, and limp on the road like a puddle of mud.

As for the young man who rushed forward bravely with an iron rod, he was directly slashed unconscious by a knife in his hand!

Having beaten everyone, Song Anran directly dialed Shen Zhixin's number.

"Brother, tell me quickly, what is the thrill this time?"

Hearing Shen Zhixin's unconcealed excitement, Song Anran was like a black thread, and said speechlessly: "Do you want me to live a good life? It's a small matter to find you this time! You know someone from the Linquan City Police ?"

Song Anran briefly described what happened just now.

It didn't seem to meet Shen Zhixin's excitement standard, which made him a little bored, and he said listlessly: "This is a small matter, just wait, I'll find someone to handle it!"

Shen Zhixin's efficiency was quite high. After hanging up the phone, within ten minutes, three police cars arrived at the scene. After asking Song Anran a few words, all these people were escorted away.

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

He quietly came to Lin Fei'er's room, dimly, he saw a beautiful body hidden under a thin blanket, and a faint woman's unique fragrance, as well as the sweet smell of wine poured into his nostrils. Jump inside.

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

In the darkness, Lin Fei'er's opened eyes were extraordinarily bright, she muttered "coward", turned over, with a smile on her lips, and fell into a deep sleep!
Song Anran returned to the room to rest, and soon fell asleep!
In the dimness, he felt a vague danger, as if he saw a black figure standing at the head of the bed, a pair of pitch-black claws were grabbing towards his neck...

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