Chapter 368 Whipping the Human Traffickers



An Ran still didn't say anything, just watched their performance quietly.

Someone who was watching the excitement said, "Son, your mother and brother are here to look for you. Go home quickly and don't let your family worry."

The old lady who was holding An Ran saw that An Ran didn't speak at all and thought that she was mute. She felt a little disgusted, but she also felt that being mute also had its advantages, as not being able to speak would cause less trouble.

Then she said, "Daughter, come home with mom. You've lost a lot of weight these past few days. Don't be so willful. There's no place like home. Come home with mom as soon as possible."

After saying that, she winked at the man, signaling him to help and quickly pull An Ran away. The man got the signal.

He walked over and said, "Sister, are you tired? I'll carry you home."

After saying that, he was about to reach out to pull An Ran. An Ran smiled evilly, grabbed the old lady with her backhand, raised her foot, and kicked the man in the crotch.

The man covered his crotch and lay on the ground, yelling and cursing at An Ran: "You little bitch, I'm going to kill you."

The old lady who was grabbed by An Ran was confused at this moment.

There were even more discussions all around, with everyone blaming Anran for being ignorant and actually trying to kill her own brother.

Some people were even filled with righteous indignation and asked, "How could you be so cruel, comrade? Your mother and brother came out to look for you and even carried you home, yet you still killed them?"

The old lady, caught by An Ran, burst into tears, "Daughter, how could you do this? We were wrong. We shouldn't have used you as a gift to marry your brother. Girls have to get married!"

At this time, a young man jumped out and said, "Comrade, what you did is wrong. Although what they did is wrong, we should talk it over. If you disagree, you can speak up. You are breaking the law by killing your own brother. Apologize to your brother immediately. Then go home, or I will call the police."

The old lady and the man on the ground became very nervous when they heard the alarm. The man endured the pain in his crotch and quickly got up.

With evil in his eyes, he walked slowly towards An Ran and gave her a lewd smile where no one around could see.

He tried to catch An Ran again. An Ran pulled the old lady in front of him, took out a saber, pointed it at the man's leg, and stabbed it. The man stepped back to avoid it.

An Ran kicked the old lady out, and she landed directly on the man.

At the same time, he took out a whip and lashed it out, whipping the two men again and again.

The onlookers were frightened by An Ran's ferocity and retreated one after another, fearing that they would be hit by An Ran.

The young man who was helping and talking just now ran to call the police.

An Ran whipped the two men more than twenty times. When she was tired, she took back the whip and looked at the two men on the ground with a smile.

Some of the onlookers wanted to speak up to help, but when they saw An Ran's expression, they all kept their mouths shut, fearing that they would be beaten.

Some smart people felt that something was wrong. If this girl was really the old lady's daughter, why would she be so cruel and whip her own mother?

The old lady and the man on the ground were extremely regretful at this moment. If they had known that this girl was so skilled, they would never have provoked her. Now they not only got nothing in return but also got beaten up. It was a complete failure!

At this moment, the young man who had gone to call the police came running over with them and said to them, "Comrade police, this is the girl who whipped her mother and brother."

The police officer who arrived was Feng Gang. He saw that the person beating someone was An Ran. He walked over and asked, "Comrade An, what's going on?"

The young man and the onlookers were all stunned. They didn't expect that the police knew this lesbian.

An Ran said sinisterly, "I had nothing to do today, so I came to stroll around town. This old woman rushed over and grabbed me, saying I was her daughter. She also said the man next to her was my brother and insisted on dragging me away. I really don't know when my heroically sacrificed mother became a human trafficker."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Besides being a human trafficker, he's also pretending to be the mother and brother of a martyr's family. I wonder if this is illegal?"

He then turned to the young man who had called the police and asked sarcastically, "Comrade, did your mother feed you feces when she gave birth to you? If not, why isn't your brain working properly? Not only can you not see the situation clearly, you can't even think. And you still want me to apologize to the traffickers and recognize my relationship with them. Are you guys in cahoots?"

The young man and the two people on the ground were completely stunned. They didn't expect that she was a martyr's relative.

The young man was extremely anxious. What was originally an act of bravery had now turned into a joke.

Coming back to his senses, he quickly said, "Comrade, I don't know them. I'm just being kind. You didn't say that just now!"

An Ran sneered and asked back, "Are you venting your anger with your eyes? Can't you see the situation? How can you tell that they are my mother and brother's? Do you see how they look like me? Or did your teacher not teach you to think before you encounter things? You don't even think about it, and you just come up and ask me to apologize. Do you know the truth of the matter? Have you asked? You don't ask anything, but just come up and accuse me and ask me to apologize. Who do you think you are? Haven't you heard the saying? Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you, and do not advise others to be kind without experiencing their suffering."

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