"You... don't want to call the police? Then you have to send the man on the ground to the hospital! He's still breathing..."

All the people Uncle Zhang met at the Wen family were well-mannered and cultured people. How could he have ever seen such a vulgar country man?

Those who claim to be upper-class people, even if they are really despicable at heart, have to pretend to be well-spoken and cultured people. How could they talk like this!

Uncle Zhang was a little confused. What else should he do if he kills someone instead of calling the police?

This is like a person in modern society suddenly traveling back to primitive society and having no idea of ​​the other party's ways.

"Uncle Zhang, I guess we can't call the police today..."

Song Ning took a step forward and stood right in front of Zhang Shuye.

"It would be strange if I could call the police on these people right now!"

"What should we do then?"

After Song Ning's advice, Uncle Zhang gradually calmed down.

Although he had never seen such a scene before, he had been through several mass strikes with Wen Lan.

If we exclude the dead man on the ground and regard these people in front of us as people with purpose, Uncle Zhang will have a clear idea in his mind.

"Ms. Song Ning, these people are doing this just for money..."

"There is a black suitcase in the trunk of the car. It is full of money. Madam was worried that it would be inconvenient for you to spend money while you are away from home, so she asked me to get it."

"I've spent some of it these past few days, so I roughly counted the remaining money and it should be around 50,000 or 60,000..."

"If it doesn't work, we can just spend some money to get rid of them..."

Domestic money is not as expensive as that in foreign countries, but the current purchasing power of money is still quite good.

Fifty or sixty thousand is roughly equivalent to five or six hundred thousand a decade later, which is a considerable portion of one's property.

In Uncle Zhang's opinion, if a problem can be solved with money, it's not a problem!

Who can blame the Wen family for being so wealthy and powerful that they don’t even care about this money?

"Give money? You want to settle it privately? How do you do that?"

Although Uncle Zhang spoke in a low voice, a person with sharp ears in the crowd still heard it.

The man immediately shouted excitedly, and Uncle Zhang was too late to stop him.

"Settle it privately? This is a human life! How can it be dismissed with just a few lousy coins..."

The old woman who was sitting on the ground crying and clapping her legs was like having a radar on her ear. When she heard the word "private", she stopped crying immediately.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands and stood up quickly. He walked up to Song Ning angrily, pointed at Song Ning's nose and started cursing.

"You, a butcher, should go to hell and die a miserable death..."

He Yi's face suddenly darkened, and he grabbed the old woman's finger and said, "Shut up!"

"You haven't even found out the truth of the matter yet, but you're already calling me a butcher. Who gives you the courage?"

"Besides... open your eyes wide and look. Is that man on the ground dead?!"

"As a wife, why don't you go check on your husband and find out if he's dead or alive? Instead, you come to us to complain. What's your intention?"

He Yi was tall, with a dark face, and he had the aura of a commoner hanging around at the bus station. When he got angry, he was quite intimidating.

Song Ning wanted to laugh when she saw He Yi's dark face.

I don't know if He Yi had a genetic mutation or what, but He Huan was very handsome, but he had an ordinary appearance.

If his face was any darker, he would be totally unattractive. Every time He Huan saw him, he looked as if he couldn't bear to look at him.

Song Ning had heard He Huan mutter more than once: His mother isn't that ugly!

How could my son grow up like this?

The old woman whose fingers were pried open by He Yi immediately let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, and five or six young men of varying heights, weights and bodies rushed out from the crowd.

"Let my mother go!"

"What do you want to do? You're so arrogant even though you killed someone!"

"Brothers, we will fight for you!"

…

Each of those men held a piece of tool for working in the fields.

Pickaxes, shovels, sickles and so on. It seemed like he had taken everything he could bring from home.

They have a lot of tools in their hands that can't be used at this time...

Song Ning twitched the corner of his mouth in sarcasm, and he roughly understood what they were up to.

"After what happened today, how much will the other party give you? I'll pay double!"

As soon as these words came out, the old woman who was crying loudly stopped crying all of a sudden.

He stared at Song Ning with his eyes wide open, as if trying to judge whether Song Ning's words were true or false...

The old woman's sons were also quite hesitant and looked at each other for a few seconds, with little plans in their minds starting to make noises.

This guy is not an ordinary person as he can drive a car, not to mention that the car in front of him is hundreds of times better than those popular jeeps.

It should be worth the money!

The eyes of those men, tall, short, fat and thin, were quickly filled with greed.

The person who ordered them to follow the plan had promised that they would get 2,000 yuan each after the work was done.

Now that things have just started, I can get 4,000 yuan? !

Is there such a good thing?!

"Bah! Bullshit! You hit and killed our cousin, and you're trying to turn the tables on me! I'm going to fight you today!"

Among the few people, a thin man pushed away the brothers who were blocking the way in front of him, took a big step forward, and spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in the direction of Song Ning.

Song Ning was so disgusted that she couldn't help but take a few steps back. The little fox also had a look of disgust on his face, and he shook his tail to cover his eyes.

When the thin man saw Song Ning retreating, he was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that Song Ning was afraid, so he swung the hoe in his hand and hit Song Ning on the head and face.

He didn't really want to kill Song Ning, but Song Ning was the only one in the group who looked the easiest to bully, and judging from the way she was dressed, she looked like a demanding person.

As long as we catch her, why worry about not getting more money? !

The thin little man started to make plans, without even considering whether He Yi was willing to agree!

He Yi has been a fighter since he was young, and he has become a bully in places like the bus station where all kinds of people gather. He can guess what the other party is planning without even raising his eyelids.

You're looking for a fight, right?

I’m going to let you guys beat me to your heart’s content today!

"Stand back a bit, let me stretch my muscles today..."

"Sure...Sure!"

Song Ning patted He Yi's shoulder with a smile and stuffed a yellow talisman into He Yi's pocket.

He Yi was stunned for a moment, but he knew that Song Ning would not harm him, so he suppressed his doubts and did not ask.

After doing all this, Song Ning obediently pulled Zhang Shuyou back a few steps and stood beside the car to watch the show.

These men in front of him should be minor characters, just appetizers, so it would be good to give He Yi some time to move around.

Besides, what she had just stuffed into He Yi's pocket was an enhanced version of the "lucky charm"...

It's not entirely true to say that it's a luck-changing charm. It was developed by Third Senior Brother Song Ning based on an evil magic spell.

It's okay to use it occasionally, as long as you don't use it long term.

The most powerful thing about this talisman is that it can plunder the opponent's luck and use it for one's own benefit.

As one gains, the other loses. I’m afraid the other’s hoe will hit our own people…

Song Ning smiled with great pride, and the little fox glanced at her thoughtfully.

I really don't know where this girl learned all these skills, she can even use such a weird talisman...

But judging from her overall appearance, she should be from an orthodox Xuanmen family...

This is strange!

Is there anyone in the Taoism who is so casual and tolerant?

I need to ask He Huan about changing my name...

Song Ning didn't even know about the little fox's small talisman, but he already began to doubt her abilities.

Even if I knew Song Ning was the one I wouldn't be afraid of, so what's the harm in knowing it?

This is a different time now. It's not the time when she first came here. It's still unclear who will win!

Not to mention that Xuanmen is now in decline, and it is hard to find opponents...?