Magical Girl Fan Bingbing

While waiting for A-Qiang, Leng Qiaoqiao somehow found a set of black clothes, went into the RV's bathroom, and came out as a different person.

Wearing a black hoodie, black trousers, and a hood pulled low, with a mask covering the lower half of her face and a pair of cheap black sunglasses, her figure was completely concealed. If she didn't speak, outsiders would probably think she was a tall, thin, skinny boy.

Leng Qiaoqiao cleared her throat, coughed twice, and then spoke in a deep, masculine voice: "Teacher Jiang, what do you think?"

Jiang Ran glanced at her, somewhat surprised.

If Jiang Ran hadn't seen her change clothes with her own eyes, she would have even doubted whether the person standing in front of her was the same person.

He then understood why Leng Qiaoqiao had been able to survive in the underworld for so long and repeatedly escape from the police's pursuit.

It turns out that even her underlings didn't know her true appearance, and even if they were arrested and interrogated, they couldn't confess anything.

"You don't need to say anything later," Leng Qiaoqiao said to Jiang Ran in a masculine voice. "Let me talk to A-Qiang. You just stand there and pretend to be mute."

"If it's obvious that you're an amateur, it could cause unnecessary trouble."

Jiang Ran nodded, offering no objection.

……

Not long after, a large Jinbei van drove up from the other end of the muddy road, and the sound of its engine could be heard from afar.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the door was pushed open, and two burly men jumped out one after the other, landing with a practiced agility.

After the two stood still, they walked to the back door of the car, one on the left and one on the right, opened the door, and asked someone to get out.

Bald, wearing a thick gold chain, a dark jacket, and a neck as thick as his calves.

Her demeanor is the kind that immediately gives off a worldly vibe.

Jiang Ran and Leng Qiaoqiao stood side by side next to the RV, both of them wrapped up tightly, like two black shadows.

Ah Qiang walked up to the two men, looked them over from a distance of several meters, and showed no surprise at the two men in black who were completely covered up.

Ah Qiang spoke first, his voice hoarse and tinged with impatience: "Which of you is the Avenger?"

"I am." Leng Qiaoqiao took a step forward, her male voice steady.

Ah Qiang glanced at her up and down, then asked, "I heard the police raided your place a while ago, and you were gone, along with all your equipment. I thought you'd been arrested."

His tone was somewhat probing, "I didn't expect that you not only weren't arrested, but you were out again so quickly."

"It's nothing serious." Leng Qiaoqiao put her hands in her pockets and said casually, "It's just that I've changed jobs."

Ah Qiang chuckled, "Then you're quite lucky."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, complimenting each other on their courage and determination to continue operating during the crackdown, but neither revealed their actual situation.

After the mutual flattery ended, A-Qiang got straight to the point: "You said you have a batch of crystal-grade goods. I don't like listening to empty boasts. Show me the stuff."

"Okay." Leng Qiaoqiao didn't rush to take out the goods, but instead tilted her head. "But before that, do you have enough money?"

Ah Qiang chuckled and turned to gesture with his chin towards the two burly men behind him.

The burly man turned back to the large golden cup, dragged out a large suitcase, moved it to the open space between the two sides, and opened the suitcase with two clicks.

The box lid was opened, and neatly arranged bundles of brand-new banknotes were inside, their red faces particularly eye-catching in the sunlight.

Two boxes, packed full.

"Market demand won't disappear just because of the crackdown." Ah Qiang walked to the box and casually patted the banknotes. "My downstream customers aren't short of money, they're short of goods. If your goods are really as pure as you say, we can cooperate long-term."

Leng Qiaoqiao squatted down, picked up a bundle of banknotes, and examined it to make sure there were no problems. Then she stood up, took out a dark glass bottle from her backpack, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to A-Qiang.

See for yourself.

Ah-Qiang took the bottle, looked down and peered inside, his eyes widening instantly.

Inside the bottle lay a crystal the size of a thumbnail, completely transparent, refracting a dreamy pale blue glow.

A-Qiang's expression was even more exaggerated than when Leng Qiaoqiao first saw this batch of goods; his mouth remained open for several seconds before closing.

He carefully poured a crystal out of the bottle, held it up to his eyes, and examined it against the sunlight.

"This is freaking crystal-grade?" Ah Qiang's voice changed. "I've been doing this for so many years, and I've never seen anything this pure."

He clutched the dreamlike, gem-like crystal and looked up at Leng Qiaoqiao: "I want to inspect the goods."

Leng Qiaoqiao shrugged. "Whatever."

Instead of trying it himself, A-Qiang tossed the crystal to a burly man next to him.

The burly man took the crystal, then crushed it with a snap of his fingers.

The next second, the burly man's body jolted violently.

A visible surge of magical energy erupted from his body, as if something was violently churning beneath his skin. The veins on his arms bulged, the blood vessels on his neck bulged like earthworms, and his facial features became grotesque and distorted due to the immense impact of the magical energy.

The burly man was panting heavily, his hands involuntarily clenching and unclenching, the veins on the back of his hands throbbing.

Ah Qiang's eyelids twitched; he had never seen such an outrageous scene before.

This is simply a work of art!

Ah Qiang couldn't resist any longer and tried it himself.

The instant the magic exploded within him, Ah-Qiang's eyes widened immediately. "Tight! Tight! Tight! Yeah!"

"I want them all!"

Leng Qiaoqiao slowly opened her backpack and showed it to the other person.

A-Qiang gestured to the burly man to push the two suitcases in front of Leng Qiaoqiao.

Both parties counted their goods and exchanged money for goods.

However, just as Leng Qiaoqiao reached out to take the box, Jiang Ran, who had been standing silently to the side, suddenly took a step forward.

"He's an informant for the police department."

Jiang Ran's voice wasn't loud, but in this quiet grove, every word was clear.

Everyone on the scene froze in their tracks.

Without hesitation, Leng Qiaoqiao removed her hand from her backpack and swiftly reached behind her waist, instantly pointing a black pistol steadily at A-Qiang's forehead.

Almost simultaneously, the two burly men next to A-Qiang also drew their guns from their waists, one aimed at Leng Qiaoqiao and the other at Jiang Ran.

A-Qiang's pupils dilated slightly, and the veins on his neck had not completely subsided. He looked at Jiang Ran, who had suddenly spoken, with a gloomy expression.

"What the hell do you mean?" Ah Qiang's voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth. "Trying to double-cross us? You've got the wrong guy!"

Leng Qiaoqiao ignored A-Qiang's threat, her gun barrel remaining motionless, and turned her head to look at Jiang Ran.

"How did you find out?"

Jiang Ran stood still, his hands in his hoodie pockets, making no move to pull out a weapon. His gaze swept over the crisp banknotes in his suitcase before he calmly spoke.

"First, these banknotes."

Jiang Ran gestured towards the suitcase with his chin: "A transaction involving millions of dollars in cash, using only consecutive new banknotes, the police could easily trace and arrest both the buyer and seller with their eyes closed."

He looked at Ah Qiang and said, "You've been in this business for so many years, you can't possibly not know this common sense."

Ah Qiang's expression froze for a moment.

"Secondly, the gold chain around your neck."

Jiang Ran's gaze fell on the thick gold necklace on A Qiang's chest.

"It is engraved with a recording magic that can capture both images and sounds at the same time. The engraving method of this magic is very precise. It is not something that ordinary people can do by taking magic essence. Only magical girls from the Sheriff's Department have this ability."

A-Qiang's hand unconsciously reached for his necklace.

"Therefore," Jiang Ran said in a consistently calm tone, "you are just bait released by the Public Security Bureau to lure people in. The so-called irreconcilable conflict with the Public Security Bureau is just a persona that has been deliberately created."

A layer of cold sweat broke out on A-Qiang's forehead. He hadn't expected that he would be seen through so easily.

Most importantly, when the police handed him the gold chain, they assured him that even a diamond-level magical girl wouldn't be able to see through the disguise, and told him to wear it with peace of mind.

But the man in black who hadn't said much from beginning to end was easily recognizable.

After listening to Jiang Ran's analysis, Leng Qiaoqiao was so angry that she trembled and pushed the gun barrel forward two inches.

"Ah Qiang, are you even human?" Leng Qiaoqiao's feigned male voice was distorted with anger. "You swore an oath in front of everyone in the underworld to avenge your brothers, and then you turned around and cooperated with the police?"

"I don't want to get shot either!"

A-Qiang stopped pretending and a fierce look appeared on his face. He pulled out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at Leng Qiaoqiao.

"Put down your weapons!" Ah Qiang's voice was hoarse and urgent. "I've already notified the police station. A magical girl will be here in ten minutes at most."

"Then, not only will I be able to redeem myself, but I'll also send both of you to jail to work on sewing machines for the rest of your lives!"