"If you don't tell me the truth, you won't get out alive today. Don't talk to me about the rule of law. You scums don't deserve the protection of the law! I have many ways to kill you without anyone noticing."

Zhao Yulin said viciously.

This was of course just a pretense. These seven people were taken away by him in public. Even if they disappeared without leaving any clues, the blame would still be on him, not to mention that he was accompanied by a teammate who didn't seem to be very good.

However, the most important thing to bluff people is momentum, which Zhao Yulin never lacked. He acted decisively and slapped the skinny ghost leader's nose into a shape that was flush with his face. For a moment, the skinny ghost leader burst into tears.

"Speak, or not!"

"Speak! I'll speak!"

He Ge struggled in agony, trying desperately to keep his neck away from Zhao Yulin's claws. He had heard many rumors about masters who could kill people with bare hands without getting blood on their hands, one of which was to break the cervical vertebrae.

He hadn't lived long enough, so he was naturally afraid of death.

"The developed photos were really burned. There are a few backup copies at the end, which are stored in my phone. Just take them out and delete them. Don't kill me!"

Zhao Yulin took out his phone and waved to Yang Fan to come over and take a look. Yang Fan fiddled with the phone for a while, looked up and said, "These are photos of my sister, and there are other girls in it."

Zhao Yulin took the phone, looked around, ready to find a hammer to smash the phone into pieces, but suddenly an idea flashed through his mind. He stared at Yang Fan and asked, "How do you want to deal with this matter?"

Yang Fan looked a little confused and didn't quite understand.

Zhao Yulin explained in detail: "I guess they didn't lie. These few photos in the phone should be the last ones of your sister, but there are also photos of other girls. Do you want to destroy this phone and clean up your own worries, or do you want to be a good person and help other girls?"

Yang Fan fell into deep thought. After thinking for a long time, he spoke with difficulty: "Brother Yu, I really want to help others, but I can't."

Zhao Yulin nodded without showing any special expression: "Okay, I get it."

Then he found a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and in front of several gangsters and Yang Fan, he started smashing the phone with the back of the knife.

The clanging sound echoed in the rental house for half an hour. The mobile phone was finally rubbed into pieces by Zhao Yulin. It was in pieces and could not be put back together.

"Untie their hands and feet."

Zhao Yulin picked up the garbage with a broom and dustpan, and ordered Yang Fan to untie the gangsters. When he cleaned up, Yang Fan had just finished cutting the tape and ties of the seven people.

"You can go now. What are you waiting for?"

Putting the broom and dustpan back in place, Zhao Yulin looked back and saw that the gangsters seemed reluctant to leave.

The gang leader was carried on the back of his younger brother, staring at the small sealed bag on the table with hungry eyes: "Grandpa, can you give me this thing?"

"That one? Take it if you want it, but don't play here, get out of here." Zhao Yulin said nonchalantly.

"Thank you, Grandpa! Thank you, Grandpa!"

The gang leader was as if he had been pardoned. He instructed another younger brother to take the things and planned to leave the rental house.

Zhao Yulin rubbed his eyes and shouted, "I won't kill anyone today, I'll let you go, but I don't like leaving trouble behind, so I advise you not to think of settling scores later. Yang Fan and his sister are not allowed to move, otherwise I will think it's wrong to let you go today, and next time, I won't let you go."

"After all, I'm a killer, not a hermit, understand?"

"Understand!" "

Get out."

"Oh! Okay! Goodbye, Grandpa!"

...

...

After this matter was settled, Zhao Yulin symbolically drank a cup of thank-you tea at Yang Fan's house, and then returned to the Sihu BBQ restaurant on the snack street.

Zhao Yulin spent only a few words in Yang Fan's rental house, and it took him almost half an hour to walk back and forth, so when he entered the store again, the skewers had just been served.

Yang Fan was freed from the nightmare that lasted for four years. When he looked at Zhao Yulin, he had infinite awe and admiration in his eyes, and couldn't help but remember what Zhao Yulin said at the beginning: What

you see as a devastating disaster is just a trivial matter in my eyes.

After eating the skewers, Yang Fan took the initiative to go to the counter to pay, and then followed Zhao Yulin out to take a walk to digest the food after dinner.

Night fell quietly, and the surroundings gradually became a little darker, but at the same time, the college students who came out to look for food also made the atmosphere of the snack street more lively.

Walking in the hustle and bustle, Zhao Yulin found a small square between several residential buildings, so he walked over and lay down leisurely on a long stone bench, feeling contented.

Occasionally, pedestrians passed by the small square, but no one stopped. There were only the two of them sitting on the two stone benches, so Yang Fan, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help asking, "Brother Yu, why do you have that thing on you?"

"What kind of thing?" Zhao Yulin leaned back and looked up at the sky.

"It's the stuff in the bag you gave Brother He. It's illegal to carry that stuff!" Yang Fan said in a low voice, very nervous. Zhao

Yulin said casually: "When did it become illegal to carry a bag of MSG on your body?"

"Huh? MSG?"

"Didn't you notice that the bag of poison looks like the bag of chili powder in your kitchen?"

Yang Fan was stunned, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg: "Then when did you do it?"

Zhao Yulin said lazily: "When I lit a cigarette."

Yang Fan woke up from a dream and finally understood. The house he rented was very small, with the toilet and kitchen outside and next to each other. Everyone thought that Zhao Yulin went to the toilet to light a cigarette, but in fact Zhao Yulin was pouring seasonings in the kitchen, and then pretended to go to the toilet to flush after finishing, which was impeccable.

With an awkward smile, he said with a serious face, "Brother Yu, thank you so much this time. You saved my life."

Zhao Yulin waved his hands and said, "I never like to owe others anything. You helped me so I help you. You don't need to thank me."

"But then again, have you never thought about why you have been a sucker for so long?"

Zhao Yulin has been in the mercenary world for several years and has seen a lot of terrorist organizations and international gangs. He thought that there was no crime in the world that could open his eyes. Unexpectedly, in this university, which was originally a cradle of society, he actually encountered a crime that made him, a mere soldier, shout in shock.

Blackmail is the most common blackmail, and the method can be said to be inferior, but it is this low-end crime that has been used to blackmail a person for four years.

"How did he do this?" Zhao Yulin couldn't help but marvel.

Yang Fan felt very embarrassed and said sadly, "Maybe it's just like what Brother He said, I'm a coward."

Zhao Yulin sat up from the stone bench and looked at the boy opposite him in the night.

The same age, two completely different lives, created a personality that is completely different from his previous one, and the difference is particularly clear.

"I can't say whether your temper is good or bad. In fact, this world is not full of malice, so you may still live a happy and stable life like this. But there are many variables in fate. Even if you don't provoke others, they may not let you go. On the contrary, bad people like to bully honest people like you."

"I helped you today, but what about in the future? When I can't help you, when I'm not around, or when I don't want to help you at all, what will you do if you encounter such a thing again?"

Yang Fan shrank his neck habitually: "I don't know, I just hope I won't be so unlucky."

Zhao Yulin got angry when he saw him like this: "As classmates, I'm reminding you now so that you can figure it out earlier. What are you avoiding? I Could it be scarier than those people who are trying to pick you up with your sister's nude photos?"

Yang Fan trembled and said, "Brother Yu, you are much scarier than them..."

Zhao Yulin was ashamed and said speechlessly, "Being able to tolerate and give in is magnanimity, but just swallowing your anger is cowardice. You should have some courage to resist!"

Yang Fan stammered, "My grandpa said that it is a great wisdom for a person to live a stable life."

"Your grandpa! Me!"

Zhao Yulin never thought that one day, he would argue with a little brat of the same age about right and wrong until his face turned red. In his eyes, it was as childish as shit, but after drinking a few bottles of beer, it seemed that the alcohol had rushed into his head, and he couldn't help but become childish and became the shit he said.

"I didn't say you have to choose between being a hero for a minute and being a bear for a lifetime! Then you endure it, and in the end, others ride on your head and peed on you. Is that safe? You were forced to the point of almost dying with that gang. Is that safe?"

Yang Fan looked at him, and after a long silence, he asked: "Brother Yu, are you unhappy with the decision I made this afternoon? I only care about saving my sister and don't care about other people's lives. Isn't that selfish?"

Zhao Yulin was stunned for a moment and asked back: "Then why didn't you save her?"

The small square shrouded in the night did not turn on the lights for a long time, which obscured the expression of Yang Fan wearing black-framed glasses. His voice suddenly became a little hoarse, and he said solemnly: "I can't take care of myself."

"Is that the reason?"

"Yes, Brother Yu, you may think I'm a mean person, but I can't even save myself, so why should I care about others? Even if I want to save them, what can I do?" Yang Fan cried, his voice gradually becoming hoarse. "

At that time, Brother Yu, you only needed one sentence, and those bastards would nod and agree, more cooperative than their grandsons, but what about after that? No one can guarantee that they won't look for those girls again. God knows whether they will explain clearly or keep some reservations. This is not a situation that can be saved by a single sentence. No matter how powerful you are, Brother Yu, you are just one person after all, you can't take care of it."

"Let's take a step back. Even if those bastards hand over all the demands, and you really saved a group of strangers, but destroying their wealth is like killing their parents. They can't afford to offend you, but they can afford to offend me. I don't want to bet on whether they will be crazy and use my sister as a scapegoat. I can't afford to bet."

Yang Fan felt like he had something stuck in his throat. He felt deeply guilty about it, but he was very determined to sit down at that time: "Instead of taking such a big risk to do a so-called good deed, I would rather do them a favor and protect myself. I know, Brother Yu, you must be very disappointed in me. I'm sorry, I can't do it."