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Chapter 56 Can You Go Out If You Don't Prompt?

The law and order on the construction site is very chaotic, there are all kinds of people, many migrant workers who can't find a job, have no money to rent a house, and live in the construction site.

Either these people are old bachelors who can't marry a wife for a lifetime, or they live apart from their wives for a long time, and their sexual life is not satisfied. Most of them have some distortions in their hearts.

A migrant worker dressed in shabby and dirty clothes stepped forward and blocked Fengran's way.

The migrant worker spoke Mandarin, which was not very fluent, and said, "Son, this is not the place for you."

Feng Ran glanced at the migrant worker. The migrant worker looked at Chunliang, he was an honest person.

Before Feng Ran returned to the migrant worker, a wretched-looking migrant worker stepped forward and dragged the innocent-looking migrant worker away.

The wretched-looking migrant worker was vicious against the innocent migrant worker, "Old Wang, you have taken care of a little too much, maybe there is something wrong with him here."

The pure migrant worker kept winking at Fengran and told him to go, but Fengran remained indifferent and stood where he was.

All the migrant workers around gathered together, and the innocent migrant worker was directly dragged away by those people.

Whether Feng Ran's clothes or attire was out of place with this place, it was eye-catching and expensive, and he had a good family background.

"Boy, your uncles are short of money recently, look..." A migrant worker gestured for Feng Ran to take the money.

Feng Ran tilted his head, looked at the migrant worker with a wicked smile, and said slowly, "I have a lot of money, but I won't give you any money."

"Boy, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine, enter our territory, do you think you can go out without showing it?" The migrant worker's face turned cold, and he looked at Fengran fiercely.

"Oh? Can't you go out?" Feng Ran slowly raised his hand up to the same height as the head of the migrant worker who was talking.

The migrant worker only felt a chill between his brows, something stuck between his brows, it was a black muzzle of a gun.

"Boy, your uncle and I were scared too much. You learned to threaten people with fake guns before your hair grows?" The migrant worker was not only not afraid, but found it ridiculous.

But he soon stopped laughing, and even peed his pants in fright.

"Fake?" Feng Ran looked at the gun in his hand, frowned, and looked very distressed: "Maybe it's real or fake, I was deceived, or? Let me try?"

The gun was aimed at the man's forehead, Feng Ran pulled the trigger without waiting for the man's answer.

The hand was shaken, and the bullet flew past the man's ear, and then sank into the big tree behind him. The gun was equipped with a silencer, and everything was silent.

The man's legs were shaking and shaking from the fright, and his pants were so frightened that he peed wet.

Relying on the large number of people, these migrant workers are actually very timid, unlike those murderers.

Fengran was a little lucky that there were some elderly migrant workers around him, so there was no particularly hard stubble.

The muzzle of the gun turned around, and the migrant workers who gathered around scattered in fright.

The muzzle of the gun returned to the head of the frightened migrant worker again, and Feng Ran said with a half-smile: "Uncle, what should I do? I missed it. Do you want to try again?"

"Don't don't, really, really, really, I believe, I believe." My companions ran away, and the man was scared out of his wits, and he wanted to run too, but unfortunately his legs couldn't move.

The gun continued to point at the man's head, Feng Ran asked in a cold voice: "Uncle, I want to ask you something."

"I said, I said, you ask." The man was so frightened that he almost cried.

"Did any stranger come here today?" Feng Ran asked.

The security at the construction site is not good, even the city management dare not come, and there are very few strangers coming in and out. If there are, they, local snakes, must know about it.

The migrant worker rolled his eyes, nodded hurriedly, and pointed to a building not far away: "Yes, yes, on the top floor of that building, driving over, there are many people, they look about the same age as you."

(End of this chapter)