My street stall reaches all worlds

"Are you afraid?" Seeing Han Cheng sitting there silently, Nan Xingchen thought he was timid, and said proudly, "But today, even if you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, I will never let you go!"

"Afraid?" Han Cheng chuckled lightly, "I was just thinking that if I challenged you one-on-one, it would be faster if I let you fight together."

I'm afraid that this word has never appeared in Han Cheng's dictionary, let alone facing such a few gangsters who only know how to fight in groups and have no rules.

"You!" I didn't expect Han Cheng's attitude to be so tough. Nan Xingchen suddenly became angry, and couldn't think of any words that could defeat Han Cheng verbally. In her opinion, the only way to subdue him was force. .

"Hit me!" At the command, several gangsters rushed towards Han Cheng with sticks in their hands, and greeted him on the head without any politeness.

The spectators around saw such a scene and only dared to hide in complaint, for fear of accidentally hurting themselves.

Only the garrulous little brother who set up a stall next to Han Cheng secretly prepared to call the police because he was worried that Han Cheng would be beaten to death.

Han Cheng just sat there motionless watching them rushing towards him, and when those sticks were about to fall on his head, he suddenly grabbed a wooden stick and swung it skillfully on top of his head a few seconds. As the clock ticked, a wailing sound came from my ears.

Everyone didn't realize what happened, and the little brother who was near the booth didn't even have time to dial the alarm call.

I thought it would be a scuffle, but it was over so soon.

Seeing that the people he brought were useless, Nan Xingchen gritted his teeth and rushed towards Han Cheng.

When Han Cheng saw her rushing over, there seemed to be some light flickering in her hand. Knowing that it should be a small dagger, he frowned, got up from the chair, and when Nan Xingchen approached, he held it with one hand. He controlled his wrist, and made her release it painfully with a light force.

The dagger fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, and the spectators around couldn't help but gasped when they saw this scene, thinking that the little girl's thoughts were too vicious, and she even took out such a weapon that could hurt people. The weapon of life.

"It's not good to do something at such a young age. You just don't do your job properly. Get out of here. Don't let me see you. Next time I see you, I won't understand you as easily as today!"

Han Cheng frowned and said to the gangsters who were lying on the ground with their arms covering their stomachs.

Seeing that Han Cheng is not a soft persimmon, the gangsters hurriedly scrambled away, lest they stay here and become cannon fodder again. In an instant, only Nan Xingchen was left to "seek justice" for his brother .

Although Han Cheng's strength was not great, it was already very heavy for a little girl. Her wrist could barely move, and she couldn't help Han Chenghe, so she could only stand there, clutching that wrist and staring fiercely at him. Han Cheng.

If eyes could kill, Han Cheng might really die a miserable death.

Under Han Cheng's quick decision, the night market, which was originally clean and seemingly deserted, became bustling again not long after.

It seemed that everyone just watched the excitement and had an after-dinner conversation. The rest had nothing to do with them. The most important thing was to sell the things on their booths to make some money.

After such a commotion, Han Cheng lost the intention to continue setting up a stall here, so he simply closed the hexagram stall and prepared to go home and have a good rest.

It's just that after he came out of the night market, there was always a person following him not far or near. It was none other than Nan Xingchen who hadn't succeeded.

Han Cheng didn't want to talk to her at first, she was just a little girl, and she couldn't pose any threat to him, but it was too late, and a little girl with an injured wrist was really unsafe, so he had no choice but to stop.

"Don't follow me anymore." He was always ruthless towards the little girl.

Nan Xingchen didn't speak, but just looked at him stubbornly, keeping a corresponding distance from him all the time, looking like he was going to follow him to death.

Han Chengben could have taken a taxi on the side of the road and left directly, but he was worried that a little girl, Nan Xingchen, would be in danger after he left, so he patiently persuaded Nan Xingchen.

"Tell me, what do you want to do to stop following me." He didn't expect to be stuck on a bullshit plaster.

"My brother fell into a coma because of you, I want you to experience that too!" Nan Xingchen gritted his teeth and said bitterly.

It's just that she was still a little girl after all, and although she said the most cruel words, there were uncontrollably tears in her eyes.

What Han Cheng couldn't see the most was the little girl's aggrieved look, he was a little soft-hearted for a while, and he was also a little surprised to hear her say that Nan Batian was unconscious.

Although Nan Batian vomited blood when he fought against him that day, he should not be unconscious until now, but it is possible that he just got the skill and can't control his strength well.

"Even if you want to seek justice for your brother, it shouldn't be you, a little girl, who will come here. Let adults settle matters between adults. If you really want to find me, let your parents come." Han Cheng looked down. Nan Xingchen said.

"It's enough for my brother to have me, and he doesn't need any parents." Nan Xingchen replied stubbornly. Although his tone was very strong, Han Cheng still saw a flicker in her eyes. Then one second, the next second was well hidden by her.

Han Cheng could hear it even with thicker lines.

Nan Batian and Nan Xingchen should have no parents, maybe they are the only two who depend on each other.

Suddenly thinking of his experience of being helpless all these years, he felt a little sympathy for the two brothers and sisters.

Seeing that Nan Xingchen was only twelve or thirteen years old, if Nan Batian had been in a coma as she said, wouldn't she have nothing to rely on.

Standing where he was, he fixedly looked at the stubborn Nan Xingchen, and sighed softly in his heart.

"Come on, take me to your house to see."

"What are you going to do?" Nan Xingchen took a step back and looked at Han Cheng warily, as if he was about to plot something wrong.

"Of course I went to see your brother. Since I injured him, I should be responsible."

Han Cheng's words moved Nan Xingchen a little bit, but she didn't forget to be vigilant at all times after getting in touch with this society too early.

"What are you worried about? If I really want to do something, I still need to stand here and communicate with you calmly? You shouldn't be afraid, are you?"

Han Cheng knew that if children of this age wanted to get them to do something, the method of persuasion was the least efficient, but the method of provocation was the most effective.