A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

The toolbox was opened, and the portable signal jammer's red light illuminated.

The screen on the terminal in Shen Qingci's hand flickered a few times, and the signal dropped from full bars to two bars.

"They turned on jammers."

She stared at the numbers on the screen.

"At this rate, the connection will drop in ten seconds."

Outside the door, Chen Lang stepped out to greet the three people at the front.

The telescopic baton on the left swept towards the temple, the man in the middle bent down and lunged, while the short blade on the right stabbed along the wall, sealing off the narrow alley.

[Absolute Insight] activated.

The grip angle, foot placement, shoulder and back power, and blind spots were all laid out in Chen Lang's mind.

He crashed into the man in the middle, his shoulder pressing against his sternum and his elbow against his collarbone, using the force of the other man's forward momentum to shift half a step to the side.

boom!

The telescopic baton struck his companion on the shoulder.

The man on the right couldn't stop his knife in time, and the short blade pierced the outside of the middle man's thigh.

The scream had barely escaped his throat when Chen Lang withdrew his hand.

The toe of the boot struck the knee of the man wielding the stick. As the man knelt, the back of his neck fell into Chen Lang's palm, and he was pushed towards the man with the knife.

Both heads slammed into the brick wall.

Chen Lang caught the falling short stick and struck the knife-wielder's wrist bone with his backhand.

The short blade fell into the drainage ditch.

The four people behind were still pressing forward.

Two men stepped on their companion's shoulders to squeeze into the narrow alley, while the other two headed straight for the signal jammer, ready to turn the power up to the maximum.

Chen Lang kicked up the telescopic baton on the ground.

The metal handle fell into his palm, the lock popped open, and the stick was thrown out.

Chen Lang stepped onto the brick wall with his high-top tactical boots, using the wall as a springboard to move sideways. His telescopic baton struck one man's shoulder from above. Upon landing, his knee slammed into another man's abdomen, and his palm caught the man's chin, pushing him backward.

The three people bumped into each other and blocked the alley entrance.

From behind the side room, a cracking sound came from the wooden window.

Two men climbed over the low wall, inserted crowbars into the window cracks, and forcefully pried the window open.

Su Niannian picked up the bronze incense burner with both hands.

"They really think this is their own backyard?"

The incense burner collided with the crowbar.

when!

The man loosened his grip, and the crowbar slammed against the windowsill.

Bai Weiwei pushed the wooden stool against the window frame, her shoulder resting on the back of the stool.

"Niannian, another one's coming up from the left!"

Shen Qingci stared at the repeatedly flashing signal bars.

"Seven seconds left."

"Ye Xingyu, send as many photos as you can, don't wait until filming is finished."

Ye Xingyu sent the first batch of account pages to the upload queue.

"Page nineteen has already been sent out."

She pressed the next page flat.

"Twenty-six pages left, I'll continue filming."

Gu Qingshang stood in front of the wooden table, steadily holding the account book.

"Please follow the order, and don't mix up the page numbers."

"Keep the lawyer on the phone and let them listen to the whole thing."

With the alleyway blocked, the scarred man reached inside his jacket and pulled out a short crossbow.

The crossbow bolt is pushed into the arrow slot.

The arrow passed Chen Lang and turned towards the wooden window of the side room.

Chen Lang's nonchalant expression vanished completely.

The scarred man pulled the trigger on the crossbow.

click!

The arrow leaves the bowstring.

Chen Lang leaped up, using the base of the wall as a springboard, and his extendable baton struck the arrow shaft. The arrow veered off course, grazing the hem of his jacket before embedding itself in the wooden door beside him.

A tear appeared in the hem of the garment.

The scarred man grabbed the second arrow.

The jujube wood stick had already flown out of Chen Lang's hand and struck his wrist bone.

The crossbow bolt struck the bluestone slab.

Chen Lang landed, turned around, and kicked the signal jammer. The black machine slid several meters along the ground, crashed into the stone steps, and the red light went out.

The signal in the side room returned to full strength.

Shen Qingci pressed the alarm button and spoke in the order shown on the terminal.

"There were twelve armed men blocking the door of the old ancestral hall in Songhe Village."

"Seven in the front, five in the back."

"They brought crossbows, knives, stun guns, and a signal jammer."

"The location and live footage have been sent."

The village police officer's voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Received, we'll be right there."

"Lock the door, and don't let anyone inside come out."

"One minute left, hang in there."

The scarred man bent down to grab the crossbow.

Chen Lang stepped on the crossbow, bent down, grabbed his arm, and twisted it outwards.

The sound of dislocated joints echoed into the narrow alley.

The scarred man slammed his knees onto the bluestone slab, sweat rolling down his forehead and into his collar.

The remaining people stopped in their tracks.

Some people in the back row retreated, while others turned around and climbed over the wall.

Chen Lang picked up the jujube wood stick and weighed it in his palm twice.

"Don't rush off."

"We've arranged accommodations for you in the village, and meals won't cost you anything."

The man who had just climbed over the wall was kicked in the lower back and fell back into the alley, knocking down two of his companions as well.

Seeing that things were not going well, the three people behind the wall dropped their toolbox and ran away.

Bai Weiwei pushed open the small side window, poked her head out, and shouted towards the east alley:

"Uncle! Stop those three men in black!"

The grid worker, accompanied by two villagers, blocked the alley entrance, carrying long bamboo poles used for the "Rao San Ling" ritual.

"stop!"

"The police are here, where are you going to run?"

The three of them stopped in their tracks and could only retreat.

In less than half a minute, all twelve people were lying on the ground.

They didn't waste the restraints and cable ties they brought. Chen Lang used what was available to tie the people up and arrange them in two rows against the wall.

Six in the front alley, six against the back wall.

The line was more orderly than a company meeting.

The scarred man lay prone at the front, his communicator falling onto the bluestone slab from his collar.

Chen Lang bent down to pick it up and pressed the call button.

No one spoke on the other end of the channel, only low breathing could be heard.

Chen Lang tapped the scarred man's shoe sole with a short stick.

"He Wenzhou, can you hear me?"

The person on the other end paused for a beat.

"Not a single one of the men you sent is missing."

"The village provides meals, and the police station provides accommodation, so you can rest assured as the boss."

There was still no response in the channel.

Chen Lang chuckled softly, his wisps of hair falling across his brow bone, his eyes no longer filled with amusement.

"You can't take the ledger with you."

"Don't even think about touching Gu Qingshang."

"We will investigate every single case of who was hidden ten years ago, who suppressed the report, and where the money went."

"You've spent ten years covering this up; now you'd better keep it firmly under control."

The communicator emitted a voice that had been altered.

"Chen Lang, don't think too highly of yourself."

"You can't afford to get involved in this."

Chen Lang threw the communicator to his feet.

"What a coincidence."

"I got a ton of questions wrong on my college entrance exam. Is checking my accounts harder than checking my exam paper?"

The sole of the boot fell.

Click.

The communicator shattered on the stone slab.

The sound of sirens echoed through the village road, and two village police officers rushed into the alleyway first, followed by reinforcements.

Chen Lang retreated to the wall and used a short stick to tap the equipment on the ground one by one.

"The crossbow is here; I stepped on the crossbow shaft."

"The signal jammer crashed down the stone steps."

"One knife fell into the drain, while the other two are still in the toolbox."

"The video has been transmitted to the duty terminal. I only stopped people and unloaded weapons; I basically didn't touch the items that were dropped."

The village police officer glanced at the twelve people sitting in two rows against the wall, then at Chen Lang standing beside him, and paused for a moment with his body camera.

"You...were the one who held all of these down?"

Chen Lang put the jujube wood stick back in the corner.

"They cooperated well."

"Queuing to enter the alley saved me a lot of trouble."

The wooden door to the side room was opened.

Shen Qingci was the first to come out, still clutching the terminal in her hand.

She stopped in front of Chen Lang, her gaze moving from his brow bone to his shoulder, and finally landing on the hem of his clothes that had been torn by the crossbow bolt.

Chen Lang spread his arms out.

"Shen, please take inventory."

"You told me to come back and check the staff. Now it's your turn to inspect the goods."

Shen Qingci brushed the plaster off his shoulder and then pulled up the tattered hem of his clothes to take a look.

"The clothes are ruined."

"The person is still usable."

She stared at him for two seconds, then slowly loosened her grip on the terminal.

"All twelve are here, and you are here too."

"Barely passed."

Chen Lang chuckled softly.

"The requirements are quite high."

"Next time, I'll try to keep both my clothes and the clothes."

Shen Qingci shoved the phone back into his hand.

There will be no next time.

You'll have to pay for these clothes yourself.

"Okay, I'll go with your after-sales terms."

Gu Qingshang walked out of the side room with his phone in hand; the legal team was still online.

"Ms. Gu, the first batch of real-name registration materials has been submitted."

The lawyer paused, and the sound of turning over documents came through the receiver.

"There's something else wrong."

Gu Qingshang stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"The money from the three related companies in China was transferred out simultaneously twenty minutes ago."

"Some people have applied for the emergency cancellation of those old files from Intercontinental Life Consulting; the process has reached the final stage."

The conversations in the alley were silenced.

Twenty minutes ago, the tin box was opened, and the ledger wasn't even half finished being photographed.

Gu Qingshang gripped his phone tightly.

"Everyone who knows the metal box was opened is in this room."

"Not much material has been sent out, so how could they have accessed the account ahead of schedule?"

The lawyer lowered his voice.

"The person who leaked the information may not be in Songhe Village."

"The other party already knew that Old Zhou had something in his possession and was prepared to transfer the money and close the case."

"They kept waiting to see who Old Zhou would finally hand over the account books to."

Chen Lang's smile vanished.

He turned to the side and looked at the scarred man being escorted away by the village police.

The scarred man, with blood at the corner of his mouth, looked up to meet everyone's gaze, letting out two low laughs.

"You think that's the end of it just because you arrested a few of us?"

The village policeman grabbed his shoulder.

"Behave yourself and stop talking nonsense."

The scarred man turned his head and his gaze fell on the brown paper bag in Gu Qingshang's arms.

"The He family is stealing the account books outside."

"But many people are eyeing this account."

He grinned, revealing his bloodied mouth.

"Do you really think that the He family was the only one who entered Songhe Village today?"