The remaining three people were furious. The burly woman with a fierce face raised the hunting rifle and fired a shot at Jiang Siming''s car.


    In an instant, the ss shattered, and shotgun pellets sprayed. One of them even prated Jiang Siming''s car seat, but despite the apparent danger, Jiang Siming remained unharmed.


    Jiang Siming realized that these people were not only human traffickers but also ruthless kidnappers. Fighting them head-on might cost lives, so Jiang Siming decided to stall and wait for the police.


    Unfortunately, it seemed like the kidnappers understood Jiang Siming''s intentions. They helped the fallen bearded man back into the car and attempted to drive away. Your next read is at empire


    With no other options, Jiang Siming couldn''t afford to stall any longer and had to confront them directly.


    The deformed rear of Jiang Siming''s car made intimate contact with the Wuling Hongguang again, causing the van to stall right as it was about to elerate.


    This movepletely angered the kidnappers. The three individuals got out of the car again and headed towards Jiang Siming''s driver''s seat.


    Jiang Siming beat them to it, opening the car door and jumping out.


    Facing Jiang Siming, the woman with the gun lifted it, but she noticed Jiang Siming was holding something like an iron rod.It was a steering wheel lock, simr to a steel rod.


    With a powerful swing, Jiang Siming sent the lock like a meteor hammer crashing into the woman''s waist.


    Jiang Siming''s strength had been enhanced through the use of basic gic drugs, and the force of the lock hitting the woman''s waist was tremendous. She screamed in agony, copsed to the ground, and dropped the shotgun, unable to hold onto it.


    Having sessfully dealt with the most threatening weapon, Jiang Siming breathed a sigh of relief.


    The woman, struck by the lock, suffered internal organ damage, and she was vomiting blood in pain.


    Despite the brutality, Jiang Siming felt no remorse. These people were nothing more than beasts.


    The remaining two men, seeing anotherrade fall, angrily attacked Jiang Siming. Each of them wielded either a steel rod or a machete, aiming viciously at Jiang Siming''s head.


    Without the threat of a gun, Jiang Siming was not afraid of these two men.


    With an incredibly agile body and lightning-fast reflexes, Jiang Siming sidestepped their attacks effortlessly.


    The "Martial Arts Proficiency" skill activated, and with roots seemingly growing beneath his feet, Jiang Siming threw a punch, the wind howling as itnded on one of the men''s faces.


    Without pause, Jiang Siming caught the man''s wrist before he fell, using an unimaginable 360-degree motion to reverse gravity.


    The sound of bones cracking and the horrifying noise of broken ribs were clearly audible.


    The other man, with a crew cut, was now terrified. However, with no room to retreat, he could only rely on his machete to sh at Jiang Siming''s throat.


    But with a swift motion, Jiang Siming easily grabbed the hand holding the knife, giving it a gentle twist, and the knife fell from the man''s grasp.


    Jiang Siming picked up the machete, reversed his grip, and with a downward motion, stabbed it into the man''s thigh at the root.


    A chilling and miserable scream echoed in the deste alley. Jiang Siming paid no attention to the corpses on the ground.


    He walked straight to the Wuling Hongguang. Inside the cary the person Jiang Siming had knocked down earlier, who still tried to resist when he saw Jiang Siming approaching. ?


    However, Jiang Siming seized the ankle, dragged him out of the car, and kicked him in the head when he attempted to scream, knocking him unconscious.


    Jiang Siming turned back to the Wuling car, opened the trunk, and took out an unconscious little girl.


    The girl, about eleven or twelve years old, was a picture of beauty with her delicate features. Shey there motionless, seemingly untouched by the chaos that had just unfolded.


    After ncing at a bottle of liquid-like substance behind the car, Jiang Siming checked the girl''s body and found no injuries.


    Jiang Siming spected that she had likely been drugged into unconsciousness.


    Good thing she''s okay.


    Jiang Siming lifted the girl around her waist and ced her in his car. He then untied the ropes binding her hands and feet.


    Using the same rope, he tied the hands and feet of the four kidnappers lying on the ground together and fastened them to the roadside guardrail.


    With these taskspleted, Jiang Siming finally seeded. He found a vacant spot, sat down, lit a cigarette, and waited for the rescue team.


    Perhaps the dosage of the drugs wasn''t enough, as the girl woke up shortly after being ced in Jiang Siming''s car.


    Running out of the car and witnessing the scene, the clever girl quickly grasped the situation.


    "Uncle, did you save me?" she asked.


    Cough, cough!


    Jiang Siming inhaled the smoke into his lungs, causing a few coughs. Uncle? This was the first time someone had called him uncle. It used to be "brother." Oh, how time flies.


    "No need to be afraid. I''m a friend of your mom''s. She''ll be here soon with the police to rescue you," Jiang Siming reassured her.


    The little girl, undeterred, approached Jiang Siming boldly. Though she wore a standard school uniform, her inherent beauty couldn''t be concealed.


    The slight development of small hills on her chest hinted at the potential for future beauty.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Uncle, you''re amazing! You beat up so many people alone. Are you a martial arts master from legends?" she asked, her twin ponytails swinging with each shake of her head, adorable as can be.


    Amused, Jiang Siming decided to tease her and said mysteriously, "You''ve got a keen eye. Actually, I''m a descendant of the Tang Sect, the most talented genius at Shrek Academy, with the title..."


    Before he could finish, the little girl scoffed, "Uncle, I''ve read Douluo Continent long ago. Are you going to im you''re some kind of Thousand Hands Asura Haotian Douluo?"


    "Uh... just teasing you, kiddo," Jiang Siming chuckled awkwardly. It seemed even young girls these days enjoyed reading fantasy novels, or at least the old ones.


    Without saying a word, the little girl stared at Jiang Siming and said, "I know you. You''re Ming God! Mom''s livestream tform!"


    "So clever. How many points did you score in thest final exam?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.


    "First in the whole city. Don''t bother asking, Uncle. Let me ask you something instead," the little girl said, sitting beside Jiang Siming and grabbing his arm.


    Jiang Siming suddenly encountered the girl''s small chest, though tiny, it was still perceptible—soft.


    Spitting in disgust, he thought, this is a little girl; I''m not some perverted old uncle!