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Chapter 274: School Storm Zhu Wanfang
"boom!"

Suddenly, a deafening gunshot rang out, breaking the originally silent air.

In an instant, the man who appeared in front of Shen Lang was struck by lightning. His body trembled violently, and then he fell straight backwards and fell heavily on the cold and hard ground.

Shen Lang watched everything happening in front of him with an expressionless face. Ending a life with his own hands was just a trivial matter to him.

He slowly raised the m1911 in his hand and blew gently at the muzzle.

Shen Lang had no interest in knowing the name, background or identity of the guy he killed.

The only thing he understood clearly was that he had to kill the other party.

For a passerby like this, I am too lazy to ask whether he has a beautiful wife and daughter.

After getting rid of this guy, Shen Lang quickly moved his position with agility, moving through the intricate warehouse like a ghost.

On the other side, Ah Feng also cooperated with him tacitly, and the two of them eliminated the enemies that entered their sight one by one.

However, these enemies are not the type to sit back and wait for death.

From time to time they rose up in resistance, pulling the trigger and firing back a few shots.

For a while.

"Boom!"

"Da da da……"

The dense gunfire came one after another, echoing continuously in the empty and silent warehouse, sounding particularly loud and harsh, and terrifying.

Despite the large number of these bandits.

But when faced with Shen Lang who appeared like a ghost, he complained bitterly.

No one knows where he comes from or where he is hiding.

All I know is that every time it appears, someone dies.

For Shen Lang, this kind of gunfight is actually like playing video games.

It is especially suitable for killing time.

After using up the pistol bullets, switch to a submachine gun.

Da da da……

Shooting is fun.

Although it is far less comfortable than having sex.

But it feels different.

There are so many bandits, it would be difficult for Ah Feng to deal with them alone.

However, with Shen Lang's help, her pressure was greatly relieved.

Soon, the battle moved from inside the warehouse to outside.

What Ah Feng didn't expect was that the Japanese woman who stole her police gun would actually help her kill those bandits.

Although she didn't know why the woman did this, her stress was relieved a lot.

When they got outside, the only one left among the gangsters was a guy wearing a suit and gold-rimmed glasses.

Seeing that the guy had run out of bullets and thrown away his gun, Ah Feng also threw away the gun in his hand.

She shouted, "B-boy, your doom has come!"

Then he rushed forward with his fist.

Shen Lang immediately stopped her: "Where are you going?"

"This guy killed my colleague. I want to avenge him!" Ah Feng said anxiously, "Otherwise he will run away!"

B looked at Shen Lang and Ah Feng standing in front of him with empty hands, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Want to kill me? You're so naive! Even if I killed your unfortunate colleague, so what? Today, even you will die here! And this pretty boy you found, thinking he can avenge you with just his pretty face? That's just wishful thinking!"

Just as B finished speaking, there was a loud "bang"!
Suddenly, a scarlet line of blood splashed across B's waist, as shocking as a blooming blood-red flower.

"what--!"

B fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

Shen Lang blew slowly at the muzzle of the gun and looked at B who was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

He smiled faintly and said, "So what? Who says a pretty boy can't get revenge? This shot has broken your spine. From now on, I'm afraid you'll have to spend the rest of your life lying in bed."

Ah Feng, who was standing by, was stunned by what was happening before her. She stared at Shen Lang with wide eyes in disbelief.

He stammered, "Where did your gun come from? You were empty-handed just now!"

Shen Lang said, "Didn't I tell you before? Not only am I good at fighting, I'm also a skilled magician. Conjuring up a pistol is a piece of cake for me."

Ah Feng gave a thumbs up, and with the help of Shen Lang, quickly took out the handcuffs and handcuffed B tightly.

At this time, B's face was full of pain, with beads of sweat the size of beans constantly sliding down his forehead. He endured the severe pain, stared at Shen Lang with resentful eyes, his lips trembling as he wanted to say something.

"you you……"

Shen Lang raised a finger to his lips, silencing them. "Shh! Don't make a sound, or my gun might go off accidentally."

Just cuffed this guy.

A woman in white came over.

He asked, "Are you all done?"

Ah Feng glanced at her warily, "Who are you?"

"Let's go, Interpol."

Ah Feng was surprised. "You are from the same industry? Why didn't I receive any notification from Mr. Huang?"

Sir Huang is her boss.

"He didn't tell you because he was afraid that you would do something bad." said the woman.

Just as she finished speaking, she heard the urgent sound of sirens coming from outside.

Ah Feng immediately said excitedly: "It's Mr. Huang who is here!"

"I leave this to you." Shen Lang stuffed the gun into Ah Feng's hand. "I'm leaving first. I'm not a cop. The next situation is not suitable for me. See you tonight."

Ah Feng thought for a moment and asked, "Did you drive here or take a taxi?"

"Come by taxi."

Ah Feng handed him her car keys and said, "My car is at the entrance. You should remember the license plate number. You can drive my car and I'll take the police car back."

"I'm leaving now. Bye." Shen Lang took a step and asked again, "Is there any place to eat nearby? I haven't had breakfast yet."

Ah Feng said, "There's a famous Yunlai Teahouse nearby. The food there is delicious. You can go and try it."

When he got outside, Shen Lang spotted Ah Feng's familiar car parked not far away.

He walked quickly forward, opened the door, got in the driver's seat, started the engine, and drove away.

Thinking that I really had nothing to do today, the bird was fine too.

Let’s go to Yunlai Teahouse first to get some food and clothing.

Ten minutes later.

find a place.

This teahouse looks quite old, with people coming and going at the door, and business is quite prosperous.

When I walked into the teahouse, I saw it was crowded with people. Guests were either sitting around the table chatting and laughing, or savoring the fragrant tea in their cups.

There are also many bird cages hanging in the teahouse. The birds in the cages are jumping happily and chirping non-stop, adding a bit of liveliness and vitality to the entire teahouse.

This place seems quite down-to-earth.

Just as he was enjoying his meal, he suddenly heard a noisy conversation nearby. Out of curiosity, Shen Lang couldn't help but prick up his ears to listen.

Listening to gossip is a common hobby of people.

"Brother Sheng, I, Zhu Wenxiong, have only one daughter, Afang. If she goes astray in the future, I will..." The middle-aged man who spoke was wearing a white shirt and looked very worldly.

Sitting next to him was an innocent-looking girl who looked to be about ten years old.

The main reason why Shen Lang listened to gossip was because of this girl.

The beauty and delicious food are not to be missed.

And that girl looked familiar.

"Okay, Wenxiong, although you have retired from the underworld, you are still one of us after all. We can discuss everything." The person who responded was a middle-aged man wearing glasses.

A guy with a tattoo on his arm and a gold necklace replied, "Don't worry, Brother Sheng will take care of it."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wenxiong hurriedly picked up the teapot and poured tea, "Brother Sheng, Brother Tianjiao, I'll leave everything to you."

Shen Lang picked up a barbecued pork bun and ate it while listening to gossip.

A few minutes later, someone walked over to the next table.

Shen Lang took a glance and saw that the guy looked a little arrogant.

"Brother Sheng."

"Xiaosao, you're here." Brother Sheng said with a smile, "This is Zhu Wenxiong and his daughter Zhu Wanfang."

Zhu Wenxiong nodded quickly, "Brother Xiaosa."

And poured him a cup of tea: "Brother Xiaosa, please have some tea."

Xiaosa sneered and looked at Brother Sheng: "Brother Sheng, what do you want from me?"

"Xiaosha, I heard that you are recruiting people everywhere recently. You want people from 30 to 80 years old. Is it true?" asked Brother Sheng.

Xiaosha smiled and said: "Brother Sheng, I don't need to recruit anyone. It's just that the brothers came to visit me because of my reputation."

"Since you've accepted brothers, you should teach them well. Look at your brothers, they're either taking drugs or using narcotics, and they're disrespectful. No gang leader likes you."

"If they don't cause trouble, then we're still a nobody. Where's the protection money coming from?" Xiaoshao took a sip of tea and continued, "Brother Sheng, I'll give you 30,000 yuan a month for protection."

Brother Sheng glanced at the tattooed man next to him and said, "Wenxiong is also my brother. Tell your brother to stop harassing his daughter. Just ask Scar and you'll know."

"Brother Xiaosha, your brother came to threaten my daughter last night." Zhu Wenxiong said cautiously, "and told her not to recognize him."

Xiaosa said disdainfully, "Why don't you just tell her to do it?"

"It's no problem to do as I say, but you have to tell your brothers to stop harassing my daughter!" Zhu Wenxiong said bravely, "Tell her to study hard."

From the information in the conversation between the few people, Shen Lang immediately thought of a movie "School Storm".

It tells the tragic story of a middle school girl named Zhu Wanfang who was bullied and humiliated by a gangster boss named Xiaosha.

The person sitting at the next table now is Zhu Wanfang. Maybe we knew each other in the previous life.

It seems that I have to be a hero who saves the beauty today.

There is no way to not get ahead.

Just after Brother Sheng and Xiaosha started talking, the atmosphere between them suddenly became tense and their words were full of gunpowder.

Just a moment later, a fierce conflict broke out without warning.

I saw Xiaosha suddenly throw a punch with a speed that was astonishing.

This powerful punch hit Zhu Wenxiong right on the side. He flew straight out like a cannonball and finally hit the table where Shen Lang was sitting heavily.

There was a loud "crash" and the items that were originally neatly arranged on the table were instantly knocked everywhere.

Cups, plates, bowls, teapots, teacups, etc., after drawing parabolas in the air, fell to the ground one after another, shattered into pieces, and fragments scattered everywhere.

Shen Lang had already dodged the flying debris and debris.

He was holding a steamer with steamed buns in it.

Because wasting food is shameful.

"Dad, Dad! How are you?" Seeing her father being knocked to the ground, Zhu Wanfang was anxious. She rushed forward in two steps and supported Zhu Wenxiong.

The entire teahouse was in chaos.

Brother Sheng and Xiaosha attacked each other mercilessly, and the sounds of punches and kicks were endless.

Tables, chairs and benches all became weapons in their hands, being thrown at each other or used to block attacks.

For a moment, the teahouse was filled with people moving around everywhere, and shouts of killing were heard one after another.

Screams and the sounds of various objects being broken intertwined together, forming a noisy and thrilling symphony.

The ground was covered with broken porcelain pieces, broken glass and scattered food residues, a mess.

"Stop it!" Brother Sheng shouted anxiously, "Stop it, do you hear me? If people fight each other, it will be so funny if it gets out!"

But no one listened to him, and everyone fought even more fiercely.

Xiaosha stared fiercely at Zhu Wenxiong, who had just been helped up by Zhu Wanfang, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

Without hesitation, he picked up a sturdy folding chair again and rushed towards Zhu Wenxiong aggressively.

Seeing this, Zhu Wenxiong was shocked and thought to himself that something was wrong. He quickly dodged to the side.

However, Xiaoshao moved extremely quickly and threw the folding chair in his hand out with force in an instant.

The folding chair spun rapidly in the air, heading straight for Zhu Wenxiong with a sharp sound of wind.

At this critical moment, a strong and powerful arm stretched out from the side without warning and caught the flying folding chair steadily.

Immediately afterwards, a figure attacked as fast as lightning, swinging a powerful fist.

The speed of this punch was beyond imagination, like a thunderbolt, hitting Xiaosha's chest directly.

Xiaosha didn't even have time to react. He just felt a surge of overwhelming force coming at him, and his whole body began to tremble violently as if struck by lightning.

The huge impact force caused him to fly backwards involuntarily, and finally he hit a table not far away heavily.

With a crackling sound, the table shattered and Xiaosha lay in a mess.

The person who threw the punch was Shen Lang.

He hates people who waste food the most.

However, until this moment, Xiaosha still couldn't see who defeated him so easily.

He raised his head with difficulty, trying to see the face of this mysterious master, but his vision became blurred due to pain and dizziness.

Just as he was struggling to get up, a big foot stepped on his chest mercilessly.

The power contained in this kick was extremely astonishing, like a heavy truck rushing past.

Xiaosha suddenly felt difficulty breathing, and all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

Shen Lang looked down at Xiaosha who was groaning in pain at his feet, waving the steamer in his hand and slapping Xiaosha in the face repeatedly.

Each slap made a crisp and loud slapping sound, echoing throughout the teahouse.

"You're the only one who's called cool and stylish?"

Shen Lang slapped her hard and shouted angrily, "How dare you bully a schoolgirl!"

Another slap landed heavily on Xiaosha's cheek, causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth.

"What a fucking waste of food!"

Shen Lang became more and more angry as he spoke, and there was no sign of stopping his hands.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaosha's face had swollen like a pig's head, completely losing his previous arrogant and domineering look.

PS: Zhu Wanfang↓

(End of this chapter)