Chapter 83 Leave your hands behind to unlock the door
Nan Ci raised his hand and the iron rod in his hand met the weapons of these people.
The iron rod is thick, long and solid.
If it were an ordinary person, it would probably be difficult to lift it, let alone use it in a fight.
But at the same time, because it is thick, long and solid, it feels very powerful when used.
Nan Ci was very strong and he did not hold back at all this time. After the weapons collided, the six people were shocked and took two steps back at the same time.
The locksmith was the shortest among the six people. Even though he was wearing thick clothes and wrapped himself like a bear, he still gave people a thin feeling.
After being knocked back a few steps, the locksmith looked at Nan Ci in disbelief, "Oh my god, how can this little girl be so strong!"
The scarred man glanced at the locksmith unhappily, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're dumb. Come on, come on! Is this the time to lament about this?"
While the two of them were chattering, Nan Ci had already rushed towards them, waving the iron rod in his hand.
There is a reason why the villain dies because he talks too much.
She was standing right in front of them, yet they still had the leisure to talk.
Nan Ci's offensive was stronger than that of the six of them combined.
The iron rod was swung out, and three of the six people fell down immediately, the lock picker was one of them.
The scarred man looked at Nan Ci viciously, "It seems that you are determined to make things difficult for us."
The moment he heard this, Nan Ci couldn't help but laugh out loud, "What else do you think I'm doing here? Playing house with you guys?"
After saying this, Nan Ci didn't wait for the scarred man to react and rushed forward again waving the iron rod.
The three scar-faced men are stronger, but that's only relatively speaking.
In addition, they had not received any professional training and had relied on numbers and brute force.
But now these two things are not even worth mentioning in front of Nan Ci.
After struggling for a few minutes, the three men with scars also fell to the ground.
At this moment, they no longer had the contempt they had for Nan Ci, and even less arrogance.
The lock picker is short and not very strong, but he is obviously smart.
He rolled over and climbed up, then knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Nan Ci with pleading eyes.
"Big sister, we were wrong, please forgive us! As long as you forgive us, we will never appear in front of you again!"
Nan Ci didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes and looked at the locksmith.
The lock picker's eyes were rolling around, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Yes, yes! There's also the door lock! I opened the door lock, but I didn't do anything to it! As long as I change the lock cylinder, the lock will definitely still work! Do you want me to change the lock cylinder right now?"
Nan Ci looked at the locksmith with interest, "You still carry the lock with you?"
The locksmith was immediately delighted and patted his bag vigorously, "Of course! Although the world is different now, we can't lose our breadwinners!"
These words actually show a bit of love and dedication to one's job.
Nan Ci was about to speak again when his ears moved slightly and his body simultaneously turned to the side, successfully dodging the knife attack from the scarred man.
The man hadn't stood firmly yet, but Nan Ci clearly saw the anger in the scarred man's eyes and the regret in the lock-picking man's eyes.
Obviously, the lock picker was not really begging for mercy. He said those words just to attract Nan Ci's attention so that the scarred man would have an opportunity to take advantage of him.
The two of them cooperated well, but they didn't expect that although Nan Ci was talking to the locksmith, he was also always on guard.
Nan Ci's eyes swept across their faces, "I've given you the chance, but you're useless!
Now, it's my turn to take action."
This time, Nan Ci no longer held back and swung the iron rod in his hand directly towards the scarred man's head.
Nan Ci moved quickly. The scarred man's eyes widened when he saw this scene. At the same time, he tried to twist his body and head to avoid the attack.
But the speed of the iron rod was much faster than his speed of dodging.
Without any surprise, the iron rod hit him directly on the head.
In addition to the sound of the impact, there was also a crisp sound of "crackling".
This is the sound made by the scarred man's head being knocked off balance by gravity and his neck being broken.
The scarred man's eyes, which had been full of viciousness just now, instantly lost their luster and he fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.
The locksmiths were all dumbfounded as they watched the scarred man fall to the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't make any sound.
At this moment, the half-closed door was opened again and the old Taoist priest walked in.
From the time he opened the door to the time he walked in, the old Taoist's eyes did not change at all, and they were calm and steady.
It seemed that he was not surprised at all that his door was opened and so many people appeared in the house.
The locksmith looked at the old Taoist priest who was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, a light burst out from his lifeless eyes, and he rolled and crawled towards the old Taoist priest.
"Brother! Brother! Brother, you're back! You're finally back! Please save us!"
Looking at the locksmith crawling forward, a circle of question marks appeared on Nan Ci's forehead.
Is there something wrong with the way this play is performed?
The locksmith had already reached the old Taoist priest and was begging him in the same way he had begged Nan Ci before.
"Brother, we were just possessed by evil spirits and opened the door to steal something. We didn't do anything harmful. But she killed one of us without giving us any explanation. It's really terrible!
Big brother, please let us go since we didn’t steal anything and one person died!”
The old Taoist priest stared at the locksmith for a while, then slowly asked a question, "This is my home. You came to my house to steal things, and you asked me to let you go?"
The locksmith was stunned by the question, but soon said, "We came here to steal something, but failed! Brother, you didn't lose anything, it's just that the door was opened. I will replace the lock cylinder for you in a while, and I guarantee it will be as good as a new one."
The old Taoist priest knew how to grasp the key points. "Did you open the door of my house?"
"Yes, it's me."
The locksmith admitted reluctantly, "But don't worry, brother. I will definitely replace the lock cylinder for you—"
"You don't need to replace the lock core for me." The old Taoist interrupted the locksmith.
The locksmith was a little surprised, but then he was ecstatic, "I knew you must be a good person, brother. A good person must be--"
"There will definitely be no good reward." The old Taoist priest continued.
The locksmith was a little embarrassed. "Brother, no, you can't say that. Listen to me—"
"Stop talking." The old Taoist priest interrupted the locksmith and said, "Leave me your hands for unlocking the door, and you can go."
(End of this chapter)
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