"Oh."

Song Yiran smiled coldly and let the black gangster rush forward. However, in the blink of an eye, the person who should have been arrested was intact, but the person who arrested him staggered to the ground. Song Yiran walked forward without hesitation and stepped on the other party's back.

In the unexpected sight of everyone, he slowly took out a gun. The black muzzle pointed at the head of the man on the ground, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

In such places, guns are the most common, and no one will be afraid of the other party because they have guns. But Song is still different. The gun in her hand has obvious signs of the Jones family. On the black barrel, a sudden golden color was engraved with a letter ‘h’.

The Jones family's current power is at its peak, and even these old worlds who have been living in the three zones for many years are still the leader. At this moment, seeing Song Yiran, an inconspicuous oriental man, actually took out a gun with the Jones family logo, and then recall that the current ruler of the Jones family is a mixed oriental bloodline...

"What, I'm scared? Aren't you going to take me away and get it for auction?"

Song Yiran looked at the men around him with a smile on his face, with sharp and cold eyes in his beautiful eyes.

"I'm sorry, it's because we don't know Mount Tai."

Several people looked at each other, and no one dared to be an enemy of the Jones family just because of a top-notch guy. That was not cost-effective. So everyone turned around in horror and left and ran away.

Only then did Song Yiran slowly withdraw his foot, his index finger was pulled into the trigger, and he casually swung the gun to play.

Those who were originally waiting and watching, but who had no intention of Song before saw the fear and respectful attitudes of the domineering black gangsters in front of her, also consciously restrained the greed that should not have in their eyes. They knew that this oriental woman could not afford to offend her.

Song still stood there, looking around with a charming look, and saw the reactions of those people.

It seems that her killing chickens to warn monkeys still plays a very obvious role, that's good, and it's not in vain that she made a family logo of Huo Xingzhan on the gun overnight.

Putting the gun back into her pocket, Song Yiran continued to walk slowly. There were three streets away from the location that Mu Shiyan agreed with her.

The sound of teasing, gunshots, crying for help and begging for mercy were heard along the way, but Song Yiran looked like an expression he had never heard of. The corners of his lips were filled with a leisurely smile, which was like a guest traveling to a beautiful town, with no reason, a noble dust removal smell.

Ten minutes later, the agreed location appeared in front of you.

Song Yiran stood at the intersection, putting one hand in his pocket, squinting his eyes and looking around carelessly. Those who were trading drugs, sucking together, plotting dirty transactions, all their attention was on Song Yiran's body.

She sneered and understood Mu Shiyan’s arrangements at a glance.

Single-handed, she was fearless.

"Let Mu Shiyan come out."

Song Yiran walked to the center of the street step by step, raised his eyebrows and said coldly. His tone was disdainful and contemptuous. He was originally the one who pretended to be focused on his own affairs and immediately looked at Song Yiran after hearing what he said.

Not long after, a serious-looking man walked up to Song Yiran and looked at her coldly.

"Our boss asks you to come over."

Song Yiran nodded indifferently, signaled the other party to lead the way and followed slowly. Her attitude was too calm and calm, and she knew that Mu Shiyan's purpose was so careless, either she was absolutely confident or brought someone over.

The other party didn't think Song Yiran could be so powerful as a woman, so the only explanation she could be so calm and composed.

The man greeted the people around him without showing any expression. He thought he was very secretive, but unexpectedly, Song Yiran had already seen it. The corners of her lips were curled, cold and sarcastic, and then he continued to follow him as if he hadn't seen it.

Behind them, those pretending to behave began to look at the people around them with vigilance.

“Three, two, one…”

Song Yiran silently counted down in his heart. After three sounds, several people in black clothes suddenly rushed out from the other side of the road, holding guns one by one, looking like they were not kind to the person.

The person walking in front immediately turned around and grabbed Song Yiran hard and walked towards an inconspicuous shop on the left. Behind him, the sound of fighting was endless.

Oh, the dog biting a dog is a beginning.

A hint of cunning flashed in Song Yiran's eyes, and calmly let the man use his gun to threaten him through the dim corridor. Five minutes later, several people appeared at the back door. At the door, several black cars were parked one after another, and Mu Shiyan was sitting in the car in the middle.

His face no longer needs to be disguised as kindness and honesty, but is covered with coldness and ruthlessness.

He stared at Song Yiran tightly, as if he was about to pop a few blood holes out of her body.

"Ranran, I advise you to be tricked. I can let you see your son safely for the sake of our relatives. Otherwise..."

Mu Shiyan didn't say it, but the meaning was very obvious.

Song Yiran casually raised the corners of his lips, with sarcasm and disdain in his eyes, and looked at Mu Shiyan quietly. Under Song Yiran's gaze, Mu Shiyan suddenly felt guilty. When he thought that he was the upper hand at this moment, his weaker momentum came back.

“Get on the bus.”

Song Yiran let the man take him into the car, turned his head and looked at the scenery that was constantly regressing outside the window without paying attention. When no one paid attention, he gently turned the tail ring, a little bit. The seemingly casual movements actually broadcast everything here to Fu Zilie, who was remotely controlled.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that Mu Shiyan can't wash it even if he jumped into the Yellow River."

Fu Zilie looked at the street where Song Yiran had just left through the computer. The battle was over, and the people hired by Mu Shiyan were controlled without any accident. Those who died and injured, those who were captured alive would end up miserably. And those who took action were not Li Shaoyan’s people.

Of course, he also has his contribution to this.

In fact, the people from the Chris family were attacking. Li Shaoyan had ordered Fu Zilie to convey the news about where Mu Shiyan appeared. It was just a small method. Reese from the Chris family really asked his people to find Mu Shiyan.

At that time, Mu Shiyan thought that the man was brought by Song Yiran, so he would naturally let the people he hired open fire. On the other hand, the people of the Chris family would only think that Mu Shiyan was about to turn against him, so they dared to exchange fire with him. In this way, the misunderstanding naturally arises.

The people of the Chris family would not let Mu Shiyan go, and Mu Shiyan had no idea that he was perfectly fooled by Li Shaoyan.

After a three-hour drive, Song Yiran was pushed out of the car.

Her eyes turned coldly, and the person who wanted to do something subconsciously retreated and hid aside, with fear in her eyes.

He withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Mu Shi Yan Zheng looking at him with disdain. Song Yiran raised his eyebrows and showed a meaningful smile.

"I'm afraid my uncle's life is not easy now, right?"

After Song Yiran finished speaking, Mu Shiyan's face suddenly became ugly. He glared at Song Yiran fiercely, as if he would experience everything because of her fault.

"I have warned you, it's better not to use tricks for me."

"Okay. Then uncle, what exactly do you want to talk to me? Let's go up and talk?"

Mu Shiyan snorted coldly, asked his subordinates to search Song Yiran, took away her only gun before escorting her upstairs.

Several bodyguards stood behind Mu Shiyan, and several stood beside Song Yiran. Mu Shiyan sat on the sofa, and Song Yiran was not the one who was wronged, so he naturally sat down on the sofa opposite.

"Please give me a cup of boiled water."

Song Yiran said calmly, completely thinking that he was here to visit. Mu Shiyan snorted coldly, but still asked his subordinates to get a cup of boiled water.

After moistening his throat, Song Yiran looked at Mu Shiyan.

The latter had been so excited that she was blown by the leisure and laziness on her face that she had long been glaring at her beard. If she hadn't been able to bear it, she would have fainted.

"Where is the box? Where is the key? Did you open it?"

"Before answering my uncle's question, I want to ask you a few questions."

"Ha, bargain with me? Have you forgotten your current position? Your son is still in my hands. For his safety, you'd better answer me in a simplified manner."

Mu Shiyan snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

"Is that so? My son is in your hands? But, why did I hear that Wei Zi was dead?"

Song Yiran smiled carelessly, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife. Mu Shiyan suddenly felt guilty, but on the surface he still forced himself: "I killed him, he is useless to me."

"oh."

Song Yiran looked like a sudden realization, but his eyes became more and more uncomfortable. This conversation was naturally sent to Fu Zilie without any leave, and Fu Zilie was broadcast live. As for who the third party was, it was naturally the one who had done the evil that Mu Shiyan had done and wanted to finish it himself.

That's right, the third party is Wei Zi's person.

Even though he was a notorious mercenary, he still had a group of loyal people under his command. Before, Wei Zi was killed by someone without any clarity, and those people were worried that they would not be able to find the murderer. Now, Mu Shiyan took the initiative to admit it.

With the goal achieved, Fu Zilie naturally cut off contact with the third party. Anyway, they thought that it was enough that their boss was killed by Mu Shiyan.

Mu Shiyan knew nothing about his desperation and was still stubborn.

Song Yiran sneered and smashed the water cup to the ground without hesitation.

"Dear uncle, please stop acting. Wei Zi is dead, but it is not yours. As for my little treasure, of course, it will not be in your hands. Even so, my little treasure is missing because of you, so you can't blame it."

Song Yiran said the last four words very slowly, but the biting sound was very heavy. With anger and murderous intent, it seemed that she would shoot Mu Shiyan in the next second.

Mu Shiyan was shocked. He didn't expect that Song Yiran would already know.

When acting is exposed, there is naturally no need to disguise it.

"So even if your son is not in my hands, you have to be obedient now. No one can find it here, and you don't have to expect that those people brought by you. If you don't want to die, just answer honestly."

"Uncle, you are really stupid and are not suitable for the intrigue like the dark world."
Chapter completed!