Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chapter 51 The Thief's Professionalism 18

Song Xun didn’t know where he should go. He didn’t have a cell phone, so he couldn’t call the police or check his location.

"Turn left."

The sound of 996 suddenly sounded.

Song Xun ran in the direction pointed by 996 without any hesitation.

996 kept pointing out the direction, like an automatically positioned navigation system. Song Xun did not look back and ran as far as he could.

What he didn't know was that 996 used the system's functions to interfere with the small world, which was a violation and not allowed.

This is a small path, winding and complex, and it even seems that few people have walked on it, but it is the closest path to the destination.

When he saw the familiar alley, Song Xun blinked excitedly and rushed in.

People on both sides of the alley looked at the people chasing and talked a lot, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

As the saying goes, appearance reflects the heart. None of the three people look like they are easy to mess with, and no one wants to cause trouble for themselves.

And at the front of the crowd, a figure stopped.

Song Xun's breathing was intermittent, and he almost fell into the man's arms, pulling his sleeve: "Zhang Weisheng, help me..."

When Song Xun came to this world, he knew Old Man Li, the proprietress, Zhou Wan, and Guo Tong who had helped him, but the first person he thought of every time was Zhang Weisheng. It was as if he had an inexplicable sense of security and he developed a dependent feeling towards Zhang Weisheng.

He didn't want to trouble a stranger, but he instinctively approached Zhang Weisheng, which was unfair to him.

Zhang Weisheng's gaze fell on Song Xun's dirty face, and there was still coldness in his eyes.

Song Xun suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had recklessly deceived Zhang Weisheng an hour ago. Although he had not succeeded, the mistake could not be erased.

At this moment, he suddenly began to be unsure whether Zhang Weisheng was still willing to take care of him.

The footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer, knocking at my ears like a death threat.

Song Xun's gradually falling hand was picked up by a large, dry hand. Without any preparation, Zhang Weisheng pulled him into the alley.

Zhang Weisheng, who was familiar with every place here, was obviously more reliable than Song Xun, who had a poor sense of direction and a bad memory. He even took the time to call the police halfway.

Song Xun raised his eyes slightly and saw Zhang Weisheng’s taut jaw.

The people behind were all ruthless characters with blood on their hands, completely different from the man who occupied the position on the overpass last time. The reason why Song Xun was able to escape successfully was simply because they relaxed their stereotypes about Xiao Qi.

Relying on the advantage of numbers, Lai Zi commanded the other two to encircle the enemy separately. Their physical fitness was much stronger, and the long run did not consume too much of their energy. Their voices were also full of energy.

Kesongxun couldn't compare with them. His breath was full of the smell of rusty steel, and his legs were pulled by Zhang Weisheng simply by the inertia of mechanical numbness.

With Songxun as a burden, Zhang Weisheng couldn't give full play to his strength.

The footsteps were still approaching, and Song Xun was seriously out of breath: "You...you don't...care about me."

He realized his selfishness: "Anyway... the police will be here soon."

Song Xun's original intention was to ask Zhang Weisheng to let him go, but he was pulled to quicken his pace instead. Zhang Weisheng pushed him into an open courtyard in front with an irresistible force. The door closed in front of him, followed by the sound of the bolt being locked.

Zhang Weisheng was left outside the door alone.

Song Xun staggered to steady himself, opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and began to bang on the door frantically.

The old wooden door couldn't trap the three people outside, but it could easily block Song Xun.

Behind him was a locked house where no one lived.

Zhang Weisheng turned around, with his back to the door, and confronted the three people who had arrived right after him.

Lai Zi twisted his neck and said, "Just move aside and we'll let you go."

Zhang Weisheng walked forward silently, and without any hesitation, punched him.

Song Xun inside the door was so anxious that he was running around in circles. He only heard the sound of fighting coming from outside, and the vulgar curses of Lai Zi and others, but he could not hear any movement from Zhang Weisheng, only the dull sound of punches hitting flesh.

Song Xun was like an ant on hot pot, running around in panic, trying to peek outside through the crack in the door.

996 is much calmer: "Can you have more confidence in the male lead?"

Song Xun frowned: "He is the hero but not Superman. It's one against three."

996’s concept is different from his. In the system’s cognition, the world consciousness revolves around the protagonist, and the protagonist also supports this world. There are always countless coincidences and accidents, which invisibly guide the world forward. His existence is crucial, and no one will be the one to go offline, and it will not be Zhang Weisheng who will go offline.

Song Xun got his fingernails pierced by wood chips from the crack in the door and pulled his hand back in pain. Just then, a police siren sounded outside, circling at the entrance of the alley.

Outside the door, both sides stopped fighting at the same time.

Lai Zi's face was covered with murderous intent. He looked unwillingly at the gate that was firmly guarded by Zhang Weisheng, and said to the two brothers, "Let's go."

The sound of the fighting stopped, which made Song Xun inside the door feel relieved. It seemed that there were policemen coming outside and negotiating something with Zhang Weisheng.

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, Song Xun was released.

Zhang Weisheng stood outside the door, his figure still tall and straight, as if he would not be overwhelmed no matter what.

There were some wounds on his face, the most serious of which was on his brow bone, which was bruised. These wounds added a sense of flamboyance and wildness to him that he did not usually have.

Song Xun unconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to touch the wound as if he felt the pain himself, but Zhang Weisheng tilted his head and avoided him.

The cold gaze was like a sharp blade, blocking anyone who approached.

In Zhang Weisheng's eyes at this time, Zhang Xiaoqi was an extremely troublesome and hopeless liar. In less than two hours, he had attracted a group of questionable people.

Zhang Weisheng seemed to be stingy with his gaze. He lowered his eyes lightly and turned away.

Song Xun didn’t know what he was thinking. His legs seemed to have their own thoughts and he followed.

Zhang Weisheng didn't look back.

"Don't follow me."

Song Xun stopped and felt unsure that Zhang Weisheng's voice was very cold. Although he was not usually very enthusiastic, it was different.

Thinking of something, he chased after him and, despite Zhang Weisheng's icy gaze, returned the bag he had been carrying on his back to its original owner.

"Your bag."

It can be seen that the backpack was well protected, at least more respectable than Song Xun who rolled around on the ground.

Zhang Weisheng looked at the backpack, a hint of sneer flashed in his eyes, he picked up the bag and turned away.

This time Song Xun did not follow him, but watched him leave quietly.