Curly hair lies on the motorcycle and smiles: "Brother Song, how do you do it today?"

"Of course, I just do it like this."

Bad words, yellow talk.

A group of scoundrels burst into laughter.

Wen Ran endured it.

The clerk of the convenience store had seen Wen Ran, so he hurriedly came out of the counter and shouted at the opposite side of the road: "What are you doing?"

Song Jianchang looked back and spitted out in anger: "Sweep away!"

The clerk of the convenience store stood by the roadside, but did not dare to come forward rashly, so he could only shout: "If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

Song Jianchang looked at Wen Ran and thought that today was indeed not a good time. He took out his cell phone and shook it: "Come on, leave a phone number so that my brother can find you."

Wen Ran looked straight at him, his voice was thin but very heavy: "Get out."

"How do you, his mother talk?" Curly hair said fiercely, "Don't toast or not to eat and drink!"

Song Jianzhang raised his hand to stop the curly hair, put his phone back in his bag, picked up his helmet and put it on, and smiled at Wen Ran with a despicable smile: "There are so many opportunities! You are waiting for your brother to come to find you! You can't escape!"

After saying that, a sensual laughter broke out, accompanied by the roar of the engine.

It was not until the motorcycle left that the convenience store clerk came over and cared about Wen Ran: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Wen Ran smiled stiffly, "Thank you just now."

"These hooligans are so inappropriate."

“…”

"Miss, you have to call the police." The clerk reminded.

Wen Ran nodded: "Okay, I know."

He thanked the clerk again, and Wen Ran went back quickly.

She was angry and afraid, and she gradually relaxed after entering the community.

Wen Ran did not choose to call the police, she knew that calling the police was useless for such a gangster.

To deal with scoundrels, you need to use the method of dealing with scoundrels.

Wen Ran has no connections in Shanghai, and she doesn't want to tell her family, for fear that they will worry. Besides, Song Jianzhang's little gangster who plays with spears will not mobilize many people.

Wen Ran searched for security companies online and planned to use money to get it done.

She searched for Zhongan Security Group and felt very familiar for a moment. She clicked in and saw that the chairman of Zhongan Security Group was surnamed Shi, and she remembered it instantly.

Shi Ze!

It was too late, and Wen Ran sent a message to Shi Ze the next day, roughly explaining the situation.

It was afternoon that Shi Ze replied to the message and called him directly.

Wen Ran said the matter in detail and asked: "I only know so much information, can I find it?"

Shi Ze sneered: "Your question is a bit insulting."

Wen Ran paused seriously: "I want to solve it as soon as possible, the price is not a problem."

"I'll talk to you about favors, can you tell me the price?"

“…”

Shi Ze sighed: "I thought you regarded me as a friend."

"Don't dare."

Shi Ze was blocked by Wen Ran's breath. He suppressed his anger, laughed dryly, and asked directly: "Tell me, where is your bottom line?"

Wen Ran pursed her lips and thought for a while, her head was filled with dirty words, and she was cruel: "The bottom line of your company."

Shi Ze snorted and said, "Isn't it my bottom line?"

"No." Wen Ran is not a person who causes trouble. She doesn't know Shi Ze and doesn't know his bottom line, but she knows that the bottom line of a listed group is at least safe, "According to your company."

"OK."

Shi Ze hung up the phone and followed someone to investigate Song Jianzhang.

Not long after, the person found it and the information was sent.

After Shi Ze read it, he smiled contemptuously. He didn't need to take action if he was such a person.

He felt bored and was about to find a few people to clean up the garbage. His head flashed and he suddenly had a new idea.

He dialed Yan Wangshu.

Shi Ze: "Brother Yan, is your Paganiji running? Borrow it from you!"

Yan Wangshu's voice did not fluctuate any more: "Come on your own."

"You don't ask me what I'm doing?"

"No questions."

"Okay, then I'll say it myself." Shi Ze said vividly, "It's just that a female friend was harassed by a group of incompetent things. She was blocked by them on a broken motorcycle in the middle of the night. Think about that scene, tsk tsk tsk! When she told me, she was so angry that she cried. I..."

Yan Wangshu interrupted: "So?"

"So? So I have to help her get it back, tooth for tooth, eye for eye..."

Yan Wangshu felt that he was fine and asked for trouble, so he interrupted again: "I'm dead."

"Wait!" Shi Ze called, "You know this female friend too."

“…”

He didn't hear Yan Wangshu's voice for several seconds. Shi Ze was impatient and said the answer directly: "Wen Ran."

“…”

There was still no sound on the other side of the phone, Shi Ze: "You are not interested? Then I'll hang up?"

Yan Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief and changed his phone to the other side of his ear: "When did it happen?"

"Just last night."

"knew."

Seeing that there was something to play, Shi Ze laughed and said, "What do you know?"

There was no response from the other side of the phone, and there was a busy voice.

Shi Ze: Damn!

*******

It was a night, it was stuffy.

The mysterious black sky, transparent gray clouds block the faint moonlight.

In front, it looked like an abandoned factory. The closed rust red iron door had peeled off its color. There were several circles of rusty iron chains wrapped around the door hand, and a small black lock was hung on it, and there were already spider webs.

There is no way out.

The motorcycle stopped in front of the iron gate, and the person in the car supported the ground with one foot and twisted his body to look behind him.

Because of panic, my feet on the gravel road slid and fell to the ground with my motorcycle.

There are no neon lights, no street lights, and no noise.

If it weren't for being forced here all the way, Song Jianzhang wouldn't have known that there was such a place in the bustling Shanghai City.

Song Jianzhang got up from the ground, turned around, and saw the unified black vehicles parked on both sides of the gravel road in turn.

The car was turned on with low beams to illuminate the weeds and abandoned steel tools on the road.

People in uniform outfits get out of the car.

They were tall and strong, with a cold face. They stood sideways on the side of the road, looking well-trained.

Then, two strong men walked towards Song Jianchang.

Song Jianzhang was stunned and retreated in fear. He didn't know what he had tripped up and sat on the ground.

His feet grinded out a 'rustling' sound on the ground, and asked tremblingly: "What are you doing? What do you want to do?"

Until his back pressed against the iron door, he made a "bang" sound, and he had no choice but to retreat.

The strong man stood on both sides of Song Jianzhang.

Song Jianzhang looked around with his scalp. Seeing that these people were not moving like robots, he got up and wanted to run away.

He took a step and was stopped by the strong man next to him by the legs sweeping his legs. Then, his hands were pressed against each other, and the sound of the clear bone displacement was accompanied by the man's painful screams.

The next second was the sound of human flesh hitting the iron door.

Song Jianchang was thrown back again.

He collapsed on the ground, covering his arms in pain, and a layer of sweat came out of his forehead.
To be continued...