Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

A peaceful and tranquil noon,

Deep in the woods with pleasant scenery.

A battle between good and evil has quietly begun.

The men in black who heard Fujimoto Fu's voice woke up from Yun Xianhe's intimidation.

They looked at the clean, fragile boy in front of them, and belatedly felt ashamed of their momentary fear, followed by uncontrollable anger.

I was actually scared by a kid who hadn't even grown all his hair.

If I tell this to others, I’m afraid my colleagues will laugh at me to death.

Anyone who can join the Black Organization has dirty hands to some extent.

Kidnapping and the like are even more familiar to them.

The people surrounding them began to tighten the encirclement.

The guy closest to Yun Xianhe rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take action.

The tall and strong man in black took out a nylon rope from his pocket and approached the fragile boy step by step with a grin.

However, Yun Xianhe's expression did not change at all.

The man in black, who could not see any fear on the other's face, paused, then strode forward as if provoked, and reached out to grab Yun Xianhe's arm.

The scene in front of me seemed to be slowed down in an instant.

Yun Xianhe looked at the approaching person and tilted his body slightly.

While dodging the opponent's hand, he grabbed the opponent's wrist quickly, accurately and fiercely.

The black suit still had the lingering smell of cigarette smoke and car fragrance.

The young man's handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and he used a little force with his hands to push it away:

"dirty."

Just one simple word made the man in black's face turn red with anger.

"You brat!"

Feeling humiliated, the man in black forcibly broke free from Yun Xianhe's hand, retreated half a step, and rushed forward with clenched fists.

Fujimoto, who was standing behind Yun Xianhe, frowned.

He still didn't want these guys to attack Yun Xianhe.

After all, this might be disadvantageous to their subsequent negotiations.

But when I think of Yun Xianhe's attitude of not taking them seriously at all...

Looking at the fist that was about to hit Yun Xianhe's lower abdomen, Fujimoto Fu's eyes darkened.

When necessary, this arrogant person can indeed be made to suffer.

boom!

"what!!!"

A black shadow flew backwards with a scream.

The moment he landed, his screams were cut off by the sound of broken bones.

Yun Xianhe straightened the hem of his clothes, ignoring the shocked expressions of the people around him, and walked out on his own.

Fujimoto Fu behind him couldn't believe his eyes.

Just when the cannon fodder's fist was about to hit Yun Xianhe, the other party was able to kick him away with a quick and accurate kick? !

and……

Looking at the person who had completely fainted, Fujimoto swallowed subconsciously and his face darkened.

so smart?

No wonder all those people were killed before.

"What are you still doing?"

The people who were in the center of the encirclement just now were now about to walk out.

Seeing that everyone else was standing there in a daze, Fujimoto's face turned a little ugly.

He cursed inwardly and pulled out the pistol he had been hiding from his waist.

The sound of the safety catch being pulled out was like a signal.

The men in black surrounding Yun Xianhe suddenly realized.

Yes, they have guns!

However, before they could take out their guns, they were stopped by Fujimoto Fu's sinister gaze.

This place is indeed some distance away from the crowd.

But if you open fire indiscriminately, you will definitely be noticed.

"You idiot, do you want to expose us?"

The man who was installing a silencer on his gun cursed.

Moreover, he took out the gun just to intimidate Yun Xianhe, not to beat their partner into a sieve.

The big fool who was glared at stammered:

"What should I do?"

The people around me already have the answer.

The man who had made preparations from the beginning took out a steel pipe and a wooden stick from behind his back. With a ferocious expression, he looked a bit like a gangster.

Fujimoto gestured to the fool beside him to watch what the others were doing.

He raised his gun and aimed at Yun Xianhe's calf.

"Mr. Yun, are you sure you don't want to stop?"

Fujimoto was certain that Yun Xianhe must have heard the sound of the gun bolt.

But the other party did not turn around or stop as he imagined.

Yun Xianhe stepped briskly over the unfortunate guy lying on the ground, not paying any attention to the black-clad men who were surrounding him with weapons in hand.

He didn't even give the other person a spare glance.

The phone in my hand rang again.

Yun Xianhe looked down and saw that it was still Midorikawa Guang calling.

Just as he was about to press the answer button, a gunshot rang out behind him.

A gun with a silencer installed can indeed reduce some of the sound, but at such a short distance, it is still loud enough for people to hear clearly.

The bullet grazed my skin and hit the grass.

Yun Xianhe calmly raised his leg to dodge, turned around and looked at Fujimoto Fu:

"Do I have a grudge against you?"

Upon hearing this, Fujimoto pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly:

"Although I really want to get closer to Mr. Yun, unfortunately, I have never met you before today."

"So there was no relationship before?"

"Indeed."

Yun Xianhe was silent for a moment after hearing this.

He thought these people were his enemies before he lost his memory, and they came specifically to seek revenge on him.

But it doesn't matter.

The malice currently emanating from the other party alone is enough to make them enemies.

Is fighting illegal?

Someone with jumping thoughts was stunned for a moment when he saw people rushing towards him from all sides.

The wooden stick made a crisp sound of tearing the air apart, and the mist that was brought over intertwined with the summer breeze, ruffling the boy's hair on his forehead.

Someone who was still distracted leaned to the side almost by muscle memory and avoided the blow.

The brave man stepped back half a step, steadied himself, and swiftly raised his arm to block the sneak attack from the side.

The moment the steel pipe hit his arm, the mobile phone in his palm slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Yun Xianhe frowned slightly, and instead of retreating, he moved forward and grabbed the other person's arm with his free hand.

The tremendous force caused the person whose arm was pinched to let out an ear-piercing scream.

The next second, the tall and strong man in black was picked up and thrown out by Yun Xianhe like a rag.

The man who flew backwards hit three unlucky guys and tore a hole in the encirclement.

Those who were afraid of Yun Xianhe's strength stopped in their tracks.

But some people didn't brake in time and rushed forward.

Yun Xianhe grabbed the wooden stick swung by the opponent with one hand and punched the opponent's lower abdomen at the same time.

Those who couldn't bear the force fell to the ground in pain.

No one came forward.

Obviously, these men in black realized it.

None of them could really compete head-on with this fragile-looking boy.

But there are also some smart guys.

A tall and thin man took advantage of Yun Xianhe's attack and went around to the back.

Seeing the right opportunity, he jumped suddenly and pounced on Yun Xianhe's back, reaching out to grab the other's neck.

The man who finally caught this opportunity locked his arms tightly and shouted at the people around him with a ferocious look:

“Go ahead! Just do it, ah!!”

The foot in beach slippers stomped hard on the other person's foot in leather shoes.

At the moment when the other party relaxed due to the pain, Yun Xianhe used his elbow to push his chest outward, turned half sideways, and broke the man's ribs with one punch.