Chapter 12 Poverty Can’t Limit My Imagination

Hearing that even the boss had confirmed that only Xiao Lan currently had the goods on hand. The flower-armed punk gasped, his crimson eyes instantly locking over as if he were an angry bull.

The flower-armed punk had no way back at the moment.

Once again, he was tricked by Lin Yan. After teaming up with him to take Xiao Lan’s cigarettes, the guy attacked him while they were separated in each room searching for Xiao Lan.

The punk with the flowery arms never expected Lin Yan to be so fast and much stronger than he looked.

Caught unawares, the flower-armed punk was taken down straight away. Lin Yan was then tied up in knots and locked in a water tank, where the animal struck him hard on the back of the head before closing the tank, keeping him unconscious for several minutes and missing the search for clues altogether.

He had no merchandise and picking a random one was basically asking for death, and the only item on the field that had a chance of passing was in the hands of Xiao Lan.

Now there is only one way forward for the flower-armed gangster – take Xiao Lan’s stuff, although that also means taking the other guy’s life away.

He squeezed his fists, his knuckles crunching, his upper body bowing slightly in a position to facilitate the attack, and his feet moving steadily towards Xiao Lan.

The flower-armed punk said aggressively, “Are you going to hand it over yourself or am I going to come and get it myself?”

He obviously had not received any information from Lin Yan about Xiao Lan’s fighting prowess, otherwise he would not have been so confident. After all, in terms of size, isn’t it obvious which is stronger, a slim young man of just over five metres or a muscular gangster of almost two metres?

Xiao Lan’s face does not look panicked.

In fact, Xiao Lan had been secretly writing on the envelope with his hand to communicate with Luo as soon as the flower-armed punk appeared.

Xiao Lan’s physicality has been enhanced by his skills and he is no match for Lin Yan. Xiao Lan only needs to increase his speed to the same level as Lin Yan, so he will be able to take on a combination of Lin Yan and Xiao Lan. Luo says Xiao Lan’s current fitness level is more than capable of withstanding a quadruple speed boost.

So Xiao Lan didn’t answer the flower-armed punk’s provocation, he simply turned on the skill of

[Title: Poverty Can’t Limit My Imagination]

[Ability: Quadruple Acceleration

[Time remaining: 00:04:59]

In an instant, the whole world seemed to slow down in Xiao Lan’s eyes, and every movement of the armchair punk across the street seemed sluggish, like an old lady crossing the street. Everything was broken in Xiao Lan’s eyes, and he could easily beat this guy.

He then took the lead in his stride and launched the attack.

In the face of Xiao Lan’s fist, the punk with the arms didn’t pay much attention to it, but in the next moment he was shocked!

What speed is this!

Xiao Lan was clearly just two metres away when his fist instantly arrived in front of him. He hurriedly raised his hand to block, but was knocked back by the force and hurriedly turned sideways to remove the force from his hand, while feeling his entire arm go slightly numb.

He couldn’t help but stare in disbelief, what was wrong with people these days?

First there was Lin Yan, who was very strong, and now there was this tall, thin-looking young man. The speed was even faster than Lin Yan’s, the angle of attack was tricky, and the force was even greater.

Xiao Lan was already on the attack again before the surprise of the flower-armed punk was over.

In Xiao Lan’s experience of fighting, taking advantage of your sickness is definitely at the top of the list, and catching your opponent in a moment of surprise is the essence of the fight.

Xiao Lan throws a flying punch straight into the belly of the flower-armed punk, causing him to stumble.

The flower-armed punk braces himself to stand and tries to fight back.

Before he can react, Xiao Lan follows up with a straight knee, breaking his attack, and then leaps up with a flying kick that sends the punk to his knees.

Xiao Lan’s movements were as fluid as a cloud, and the whole process took no more than thirty seconds.

The flower-armed punk was on his knees with a stunned look on his face, what had just happened? How did he get to the ground? How could such a little white guy actually beat him?

Of the few people who watched the whole thing, Zhao Xiaohe was so excited that her eyes lit up. If it wasn’t for the boss in front of her, she might have jumped up and down and shouted “Brother Xiao is so handsome! She was so excited that she would have jumped up and down and shouted “Brother Xiao is so handsome!” and “Brother Xiao! Brother Xiao!”.

Lin Yan’s face was blue and he couldn’t help but cover his stomach, as if he was remembering something bad, and the look in Xiao Lan’s eyes became more guarded and wary.

Xiao Lan slowly straightened up and turned his head towards Lin Yan at the disbelieving look of the flower-armed punk.

If we can’t get him once now, what if we can’t catch this guy again after the pass? It’s better to get revenge on the spot.

Xiao Lan turns around and walks towards Lin Yan.

Lin Yan suddenly tensed up, his voice a little dry: “What are you doing? What are you doing here if you’re not going to submit merchandise?”

Xiao Lan is deaf, he is no longer interested in talking to Lin Yan, words are a bridge of communication, not a means of fraud or even murder.

He punched Lin Yan directly in the face with all his might, and Lin Yan tried to dodge it with all his strength.

With Lin Yan’s above-average speed, he would have been able to dodge a novice player’s attack with ease.

The punch hit him solidly in the face despite his full dodge, causing the muscles in his face to lurch to one side, his glasses to fly straight out of his face and a tooth to fly out of his mouth.

“Boom…” Lin Yan fell to the ground in a heap, the force of the impact even causing him to roll twice on the ground before stopping.

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Lin Yan managed to stop his tumble and tried to stand up with his hands on the ground. But as soon as he opened his eyes, he felt the whole world spinning, accompanied by a powerful urge to vomit and a feeling of nausea.

“Crazy, crazy paper …… mud can pass, looking for trouble with the nest table what ……” Lin Yan said angrily on the ground, at this point his features were twisted, the corners of his mouth were bloody, his suit was in disarray, and the meticulously combed wig was crooked, revealing the Mediterranean underneath.

“For the sake of this little life that you have repeatedly counted on, is it not too much to ask?” Xiao Lan looked down at him with a cold face, “You want to kill me, or three times.”

Once he was persuaded to choose a special offer, once he was sneaked up on in a warehouse, and once he joined forces with an armchair gangster to rob a cigarette. In each case, he was literally trying to kill him, but if Xiao Lan had been a little bit more sweet, or a little bit less powerful, his body would have been cold.

Lin Yan panicked and slyly said, “Wo …… I think the best of mud, how could I harm mud!”

He seemed to think it wasn’t enough and hastened to turn on the HR-style lulling spree: “Mud is not like those idiots. These are …… bitter tests, yes yes yes, they are tests!!! Mud has passed, after leaving the game world mud can join the forces of the nest, there are many props in the hot. Mud still likes little girls, right? I there too ah-”

Lin Yan’s long speech was interrupted by a scream of his own.

Xiao Lan stomped hard on Lin Yan’s leg and with a crisp fracture sound, Lin Yan finally stopped pushing.

Xiao Lan finds himself unable to communicate with him, a man whose life is of no consequence to him. Lin Yan feels no remorse or guilt for the people he has killed, and even thinks his victims are stupid.

Fuck victim guilt theory! It’s these scumbags who are so desperate for their own benefit that are the ones who are guilty.

Lin Yan was clutching her leg, and no one in the room felt any sympathy for the scene.

Zhang Dong’s eyes narrowed slightly on Xiao Lan.

Sensing the eyes behind her, Xiao Lan turned to Zhang Dong and said, “Don’t be nervous, I won’t spoil your game.”

Lin Yan on the floor was baffled. What game?

What they were saying seemed relevant to him, but …… what were they talking about? His eyes panicked as he switched between the boss and Xiao Lan’s faces, noticing that they both seemed to be wearing some sort of unspoken smile, as if they had a tacit agreement.

This thought made a thin layer of sweat form on Lin Yan’s back.

Unfortunately, there was no one to solve his problems.

As the crowd looks on, Xiao Lan steps forward and pulls a small, flat glass bottle out of her pocket. It is a low-priced, high quality white wine sold in supermarkets, and the flat little bottle is perfect for carrying around.

“Hahahahahahaha.” Lin Yan suddenly burst out laughing, “The wine selection will wash! Didn’t you see what happened to the last idiot who chose the wine, I can’t believe the mud actually made the wash itself, hahahahahaha!”

He thought the kid would find out some key clue in twenty minutes, but it turned out to be a matter of chance. Lin Yan was rolling on the floor laughing, he was already imagining what kind of death the boss would give the kid, preferably tearing him apart, all into little pieces, which would make people happy.

Xiao Lan was not moved at all, not even looking at Lin Yan with a wavering look in his eyes.

The wine was chosen by Luo directly from the wine marks on the floor.

A wine that can make a man choose when he is down can’t be one that he hates. Otherwise the more you drink to a wine you don’t like, the worse your mood gets, and the more you lend it to your sorrows, the better it is to not pour out fire.

Xiao Lan puts the bottle of wine on the cashier’s counter.

He saw a strange, wistful look appear on the stiff, greenish-gray face.

Zhang Dong reached for the bottle, opened the lid and took a sip he closed his eyes and gave an intoxicated look, “Mmm…”

Zhang Dong turned to Xiao Lan and said, “After so many games, you’re the first to find it and it’s been a long time since I’ve had this taste. Oh, I will give you an extra gift as a reward.”

Xiao Lan : “……” He remembered the random supermarket-stagnant-sales-item.

“Pass.” Zhang Dong looked at Xiao Lan with a bit of reluctance, “Are you sure you don’t want to consider staying? Our supermarket is full of talented people, and you speak well, so why don’t I give you another excellent employee rating?”

Xiao Lan said, “Thank you, no need.”

Looking at Sister Xiao, the sweet-smiling shop assistant next to him, Xiao Lan said, “Do you know that the talent under your command wants to usurp the position?

Zhang Dong drains his wine and smashes his mouth a little.

He looked around the room and pointed to Xiao Lan and Zhao Xiaohe: “It looks like you two are the ones who will get through this.”

Hearing this, Lin Yan looked incredulous, he hurriedly spoke: “Wait, wait …… who get the free ticket, won’t they have one more choice, they pass, what about me ……? ”

Zhang Dong gave him a contemptuous nose-dive in return.

Xiao Lan laughed, “How could he be so stingy as to give you one more chance?”

The blood receded from Lin Yan’s face.

The author has something to say.

Xiao Lan : You’re about to get your lunch, how do you feel now?

Lin Yan : Am I allowed to swear?

Xiao Lan shows off the punches.

Lin Yan : Now it’s all about fun …… very happy …… love bento QAQ

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