Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

Yan An was led by Ma Cai to a dilapidated house. It was called a dilapidated house, but it was actually just a big house with a door, walls and other facilities.

She looked around fearfully, "Where is the person you told me to meet?"

Ma Cai laughed obscenely, "Isn't it enough to have me? Who else do you want? You look innocent, but I didn't expect you to be so flirty."

"You lied to me!" Yan An stepped back, his eyes falling on the bricks at the corner of the bed in the room.

She had already imagined the feeling of picking up the brick and hitting the bastard on the head, and told herself not to hit the brains out.

First, it's disgusting, and second, it will expose her strength to the traffickers.

"Brother will take good care of you and will definitely make you more comfortable than Wang Jianjun~" The man took off his clothes in a few seconds. He was skin and bones, and some parts of his body were as big as a caterpillar.

Yan An admired his self-confidence, a very strong self-confidence.

He feels young and capable. This is more than just self-confidence; he must have brainwashed himself.

The alarm suddenly sounded when Yan An was about to hit him with a brick.

[Alert: Heartbreak value increased by 1 Heartbreak value 10/100]

Something fell from overhead, and Yan An was ready when the alarm sounded.

This is an old house. If you are unlucky, it might even collapse.

She stepped back, and Ma Cai rushed forward to grab her anxiously.

With a loud "bang", a large iron box fell from the sky and hit Ma Cai on the head.

Blood was flowing from Ma Cai's head, his eyes were wide open, and he fell to the ground.

He seemed to be shocked by something.

At first, Yan An thought he was surprised at how unlucky he was that something fell on his head.

Until Yan An noticed the big iron box that was very discordant with the gray surroundings.

The iron box was relatively clean and had several locks on it.

The bricks that were originally used to hit people can still be used to break locks.

Inside the box was a notebook filled with densely packed information about human trafficking.

Is it really an account book?

Yan An was surprised.

Is this bad luck or good luck?

There was a sound of footsteps outside. Yan An threw the box under the bed, hid the account book in his waistband, tied it tightly and put down his shirt.

He picked up the brick again and put some foam on the wound of the fainted person.

The door was kicked open, and Song Bojian appeared in her sight, with several people behind him.

One of them had sharp eyes and frowned as he observed the situation in the room.

Yan An threw the brick in his hand and rushed towards Song Bojian.

"He said he would bring me to see Big Brother, but he wanted to bully me. I almost...almost cried."

Song Bojian stretched out his arm to catch her who was rushing towards him. He pressed his palm on the back of Yan An's head and buried her in his arms to avoid exposing Yan An's lack of action.

He was relieved to notice that Ma Cai's brains were not smashed out, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain it.

Although he felt that she would be fine, Song Bojian still gently touched her head to comfort her.

"Brother Chen, look at what Ma Cai did. He even bullied my new wife in your name. What does this mean?"

Chen Baojun's tone was not good and his face looked very dissatisfied with Ma Cai.

"Jianjun, take your woman away first. I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to this matter."

"Thank you, Brother Chen." After saying that, Song Bojian bent down and picked up Yan An horizontally.

Yan An pounded his chest and cried, "It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

With this quarrel, the two people left the yard.

"Cough, cough gently." Song Bojian was finally able to cough.

Yan An stopped and said, "Sorry, I was a little nervous."

Song Bojian, "Yeah."

"I found the account book." Yan An leaned close to his ear and whispered.

Song Bojian turned his head and met Yan An's gaze.

He quickened his pace, and when he returned home, Yan An took out the account book that was tied tightly around his waistband.

Song Bojian flipped through the pages, his face showing no emotion.

Yan An pointed out the problem with the account book, "The handwriting is consistent, the writing is sloppy, and the pen hasn't been changed."

"This is a copy." Song Bojian looked at her. "Where did you find it?"

"I was planning to hit the guy with a brick, but I'm unlucky sometimes. I flinched and a metal box hit him on the head. The box had several locks on it and was clean, which didn't fit in with the environment. I broke the locks and found this.

Then I threw the box under the bed and you guys came in. So find the ledger and we can leave, right?

Song Bojian nodded and gestured to the boy who was watching from afar at the door.

The boy quickly returned to the house and came out with a torn but clean schoolbag.

Just as the three were about to leave, there was a knock on the door.

Yan An looked at the door nervously.

"Third brother, eldest brother has prepared dinner, let's go to his house for dinner tonight."

A man's voice came from outside the door.

Song Bojian responded in an unhappy tone, "I understand."

There was no movement outside the door, and the man seemed to have left.

Seeing Yan An ready to fight if they disagreed, Song Bojian whispered.

"Ma Cai copied the account book because he wanted to have something to save his life. When he woke up and found that the thing was gone, he didn't dare to tell anyone that he had copied it privately."

Yan An's tense nerves relaxed.

Ten minutes later, the three of them, led by Song Bojian, walked out of the village.

At first it was fine, I didn't run into anyone, but when I passed by a house, I ran into someone peeing in the woods at the door.

Yan An held a palm-sized stone in his hand and threw it hard at the man.

Before the man could react, he was knocked unconscious and fell into the urine he had just urinated.

Song Bojian turned around and glanced at Yan An.

Yan An, "Can't we expose ourselves now? We're all going to run away."

"Okay." Song Bojian was about to step forward when Xiaoxing, who was only as tall as his waist, had already run over.

He didn't even mind the urine on the man's body. He dragged him into the man's house and closed the door.

Yan An admired the child's strength, and the three of them continued to walk out.

Yan An picked up a lot of stones on the road.

Thanks to the accuracy she developed playing sandbags with other children when she lived with her grandmother as a child.

Even without a gun, with her strength, throwing stones would be effective.

The reason why she reacted so quickly was that she considered herself the main force among the three.

After all, even if Song Bojian is stronger, he is not as strong as her.

Just like when he was working before, he was responsible for looking good and his assistant was responsible for "fighting".

Just as Liu Yong had inquired before, there were many villagers outside the village who seemed to be just wandering around. The three of them lined up and hid behind the wall.

Yan An pulled the corner of Song Bojian's clothes and asked him to go to the back.

Song Bojian also cooperated, silently retreating and watching Yan An raise his hand holding the stone.

"Whizzing."

With the dull sound of a hard object hitting their heads, the villagers realized something was wrong and looked vigilantly at the stones flying from nowhere.

One person's eyes fell on the hiding place of Yan An and the others, and Yan An threw a stone to knock the person down.

The villagers still found the hiding place of several people.

There was still some distance between them, and Yan An was confident that she could knock them out before they ran over.

The scary thing happened, those people actually took out guns.

Yan An:? ? Holy crap.

The human traffickers in the village are equipped with guns?

So rich and so arrogant?

"Run!" Yan An said as she was about to pull the people behind her back, but a pulling force pulled her back.

She bumped into Song Bojian's chest and covered her ears with one hand.

Then, the sound of gunfire rang out next to the ears that were covered.

Yan An looked up in astonishment and saw Song Bojian looking calm, holding the gun steadily and shooting with one hand.

……

It seems that he is not only powerless.