This shadow guard is kinda nice

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows. It was really interesting to see Guanshi Wang's colorful face. He withdrew his hands and stood up straight.

The shadow over his head disappeared, and the coercion also disappeared. Guanshi Wang thought that he knew the current affairs and knew that he was not a powerful person, so he backed away, wanting to give each other a step down.

But he doesn't.

A young man who is nothing, with a slightly downcast face, bluffs him as soon as he gets close, how can that be possible.

I don't go to the streets of Pingyao to inquire, who is the father?

He stood up, and the fat all over his body shook, "It doesn't matter how much money I charge, sir, I am happy."

"If you don't want to give it, you can go, no one is stopping you."

"Also," he pointed at Moran, "what kind of onion are you? It's so wide?"

After Guanshi Wang finished yelling, the gloom that had accumulated in his heart just now disappeared, and he immediately felt comfortable all over.

Mo Ran, however, changed his previous silence, and made a move as fast as lightning. He instantly pinched the finger pointing at him, and slammed down hard.

Steward Wang's screams like killing a pig resounded throughout the quarantine area.

Others looked here from a distance, then hurried away, not paying attention to it at all.

The old man watched from the sidelines and was anxious. He wanted to hold Mo Ran back, and told him that it was okay, we could just go if we didn't have any money, and he was an old man, so it was not worth asking an irrelevant person to do it for him.

But he stood still and hesitated, not daring to approach Mo Ran.

This young man, whom he had known for only a day, stopped his son's hand from hitting him, kicked his son without saying a word, and took him to see a doctor with all his heart, especially here now, Confront the black-hearted steward.

The aura of this young man nailed him in place instead of going forward and talking nonsense.

"Show me another one?" Mo Ran lowered his voice and said.

Guanshi Wang's wide forehead was covered with sweat, he kept gasping, and said in a hissed voice, "Let... let go."

Mo Ran used some strength, and he broke the fat palm into a strange shape.

Steward Wang yelled even louder, "Ah, ah, it hurts."

"You fucking...let go."

"Still pointing?"

Guanshi Wang was almost delirious from the pain, but he still heard what Mo Ran said clearly at this moment, "Don't point, stop pointing, I don't point at you anymore even if I point at myself."

Mo Ran smiled, let go of his hand, and took a step back.

Steward Wang shook the hand that was so painful that he broke it, and his face changed instantly. He lost the cowardly look of being controlled by others just now, and shouted viciously at the entourage next to him: "Are they all dead? Don't know how to go?"

Violence flashed in his slightly squinted eyes, "Teach this kid a lesson, let him know who he can't mess with."

The twenty or so attendants who were originally standing aside formed a circle in an instant, enclosing Mo Ran inside.

Steward Wang sat on the chair, rubbed his hands, and said, "Give me his hand."

Dare to make trouble on his territory, tired of work.

Mo Ran hooked her lips, do you want his hand?Then you have to have that ability.

He didn't move, he tilted his head to avoid the punch that seemed to him to be full of flaws, and then returned a hard punch.

The figure of the man flying out brought down the person behind him who had no time to dodge, and the two of them fell to the ground together, yelling like crying for their parents.

When other people saw this, they also knew that this person's martial arts were great, but in their opinion, no matter how powerful the martial arts was, it was still hard to beat with two fists and four hands.

There are many of them, and unbelief cannot cure them.

Several people looked at each other and attacked Mo Ran at the same time. The old man watched in shock as several people besieged Mo Ran. On the face, neck, chest, back, and lower thirds, there were coming fists and legs everywhere.

The old man couldn't help saying, "Be careful."

Seeing that their fists are about to hit the real point, the person in the center of their circle will be hit hard by them in the next moment, groaning/groaning and spitting out blood.

There were smiles on their faces that were about to succeed, but in the next moment, Mo Ran soared into the air, and the black hem slid past their faces.

Several people watched helplessly as their fists hit the person opposite, but they had no time to stop.

Mo Ran spun around and fell to the ground, and dealt with most of the people without hesitation. There were still a few people left, and they looked at each other, not knowing whether to go up or not.

Guanshi Wang couldn't sit still anymore, he was about to vomit blood when he saw it. Is it because this person is too powerful, or his people are just a bunch of idiots.More than [-] people besieged one person, and they were tricked into circles.

"Come on, why are you standing there?"

As soon as they gritted their teeth, they rushed over with their fists raised. There was no trick at all, Mo Ran counted as one, and kicked them all.

It doesn't matter if there are too many people, force that is not at the same level is crushing.

These people are at the level of nursing homes, and they know some boxing skills. In Mo Ran's view, they are no different from ordinary people who don't know any martial arts.

Anyway, it was solved by one move.Mo Ran moved his wrist, turned around, and walked towards Steward Wang.

Steward Wang slumped on the chair. Just now, this person's kick was too unreal for him. He even suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.

Otherwise, more than 20 people can't beat one person.

Mo Ran got closer, and the snow under his feet creaked and creaked. Every step, it was like stepping on Guanshi Wang's heart, and the snow under his feet was like his heart being raped.

"Don't...don't come here." Manager Wang was a little scared now, he waved his hands and said meaninglessly.

Moran ignored his movements, he grabbed Guanshi Wang's hair and dragged him out.

"Ouch..."

Mo Ran slammed his head hard against the table.

With a "boom", it hit a solid porcelain.

The old man felt his teeth ache watching from the sidelines, he frowned and smiled.

Calling you arrogant is not being punished.

Steward Wang suddenly felt dizzy. He rolled his eyes and begged for mercy, "Please forgive me, please forgive me, I was wrong."

Mo Ran didn't speak, and grabbed his head again.

Steward Wang felt that he was going to die if he tried again, so he touched his forehead with trembling hands, and saw that his hands were all red.

"Blood……"

He rolled his eyes and passed out.

Mo Ran curled her lips, it was really boring, she couldn't help playing so much, she only bumped into it twice, and she fainted.

He carried Steward Wang, turned around, and there was a crowd of people not far away from them. The bursts of painful cries made them stop what they were doing, and spontaneously surrounded them.

As soon as they arrived, they saw Guanshi Wang, who was usually domineering, with a pale face, being held in his hand and beaten, they were so happy.

"Is there any water?" Mo Ran said.

"There are some."

The onlookers quickly went to bring a bucket of water. In winter, the conditions are not good, there is no hot water, only cold water mixed with ice.

Mo Ran threw Wang Guanshi on the ground, and poured a bucket of cold water on him.

Steward Wang shook his body and was awakened violently.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was those eyes that were as cold as the cold pool.

He was trembling, wishing he could faint again.

Mo Ran grabbed his collar and pulled him up.

"Didn't you say you want my hand? What?" He slapped Guanshi Wang's face, "I don't want it now?"

Guanshi Wang was on the verge of crying, how could he be deceived by lard and offend such a great god?

"No, no, I don't want your hand."

He begged around: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, can you let me go?"

Mo Ran smiled. He lowered his voice, looked into his eyes, and said quite seriously, "Then I want your hand too, okay?"

He tilted his head, "You want one of my hands, and I want two of yours." He blinked, "It's not too much, is it?"

Butler Wang opened his mouth wide, unable to say anything.

Before he could make a statement, Mo Ran made a move, pinched his wrist, and removed his wrist bone.

It doesn't matter what he says, it won't change the result that he will take both of his hands.

The piercing pain rushed straight into his mind, and before his body could react, Wang Guanshi screamed out.

The onlookers applauded, but the thugs lying on the ground did not dare to move, for fear of attracting Mo Ran's attention, they also removed their wrist bones.

The wrist bone of the other hand was also removed, and Guanshi Wang was thrown on the ground, with snot and saliva left all over the place. Mo Ran listened to his howling with great interest, and occasionally glanced at him with disgust.

When he had cried enough and had no strength to howl anymore, Mo Ran stretched out his legs and kicked his body.

"Are you willing to speak now?"

Steward Wang lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead, thinking that the matter would be over when he removed his wrist, but Mo Ran told him with actions that it was not over yet.

Everything went back to the original question, he asked himself who set the cash register.

Mo Ran waited for a while and saw that he was still lying on the ground without moving, so he sneered, and just about to lift him up, he saw Steward Wang crawling up like a mouse after seeing a cat.

Mo Ran glanced at him, crossed his arms, and leaned back on the table.

"Say."

This time, Guanshi Wang was really afraid of being dealt with, so he said it in detail. Whenever Mo Ran looked at him, he would tremble and cry again.

Mo Ran said in a cold voice, "Don't cry."

What does a man look like who cries all day long?Don't you find it annoying?

Steward Wang sobbed and stopped crying.

"The higher-ups said what they mean. It's enough to collect a little bit of silver as a symbol. The silver collected is also used for disaster relief, but I..."

He sneaked a glance at Mo Ran, "But I have set the standard for the cashier's taels, at least 50 taels, and a few hundred taels more, and I will draw some... hard money from it."

"How many?"

"……half."

Rao Moran, he never thought that he would dare to be so greedy. If a small manager dares to act under the noses of so many people, there must be acquiescence from someone above.

He frowned, "No more?"

Guanshi Wang shook his head like a rattle, "It's gone."

Mo Ran knew that it was basically impossible for him to continue talking and tell the people who supported him in front of the public.

The next step is to hand it over to the government.

"Since we have all admitted it, it should be appropriate to embezzle disaster relief money and send it to the government?"

Mo Ran stood up straight and said loudly.

"Send to the government, send to the government."

When the onlookers heard that all the money they had handed in had been embezzled and put into the pockets of their stewards, they immediately became excited.

Someone came over with a rope, Mo Ran raised his eyebrows, smiled knowingly, tied Steward Wang tightly, and threw it to the crowd.

The crowd pressed him with great momentum, and when he got outside the fence, he was stopped by the officers and soldiers in charge of guarding him. They were far away and still didn't know what happened.

The crowd pressed Guanshi Wang's head, and Guanshi Wang confessed everything in disgrace. In the end, some soldiers pressured Guanshi Wang and went to the government, while some stayed to appease the patients.

The old man saw that Guanshi Wang was pushed away, he walked up to Mo Ran, thanked him again, and praised him for being really good.

Mo Ran shook his head and said it was nothing, he sent the old man to the place that Manager Wang had arranged before, and before leaving, he left all the money he was carrying with him to the old man.

The old man waved his hands, choked with sobs, and kept pushing back, "I can't, son, take it back."

Mo Ran squeezed his hand, and put the money bag in his palm, "Old man, you keep it, so there will be someone to take care of you in the future."

He patted the old man's shoulder, "You take care of yourself, I'm leaving."

The old man was in tears, and after watching him leave, he squeezed the money bag in his hand, a good man will be rewarded!

Mo dyed out of the tent, and after walking for a while, he saw a white figure standing over there from a distance.

His eyes widened, master?

He quickened his pace and even ran in the end.

The white figure became clearer and clearer, and he smiled.

When he was two steps away, his initial urgency was strange, but it all turned into calmness.

"Master," he said.

Well, with a smile on his face, Xiao Yichen replied in a low voice.

"When did you come?"

Xiao Yichen leaned against the railing, feeling lazy, he said, "It's early."

Mo Ran let out an oh.

Wait, it's early?So just now?Did he see it all?

He was suddenly a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

As long as he thinks that all his actions just now have been seen by this person, he can't wait to find a place to sneak in.

It was too embarrassing.

Xiao Yichen found it funny when he saw his little shadow guard's annoyed expression.

"Have you played enough?" he said.

what?

Mo Ran raised his head and looked at Xiao Yichen blankly.

It wasn't until the smile in the other party's eyes was about to overflow that he realized belatedly that the master was making fun of him again.

He was silent, looking directly at Xiao Yichen with his dark eyes, with a bit of stubbornness, just like a child.

Xiao Yichen laughed outright, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and said, "You did a good job."

He saw it all, from the beginning to the end, how his Mo Ran taught Guanshi Wang, how his handsome and tall figure walked among more than [-] people, and how arrogant he was, he saw it all. In my eyes, I don't think there is anything wrong.

Moran should be like this, proud and reckless, not trapped.

There was light in Mo Ran's eyes, and the master said he did a good job.

The embarrassment and insecurity just now were gone, he smiled, followed behind Xiao Yichen, and left one after the other.