Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 467 The Beginning of Everything (Zhao Ran's Side Story 5)

Yu Ran's pent-up frustration vanished, and she curled her lips into a smile, clearly in high spirits.

Seeing that Yu Ran didn't move, Chen Zhao was speechless. "Big brother, you should run! Otherwise, we'll both die here."

Yu Ran was in a great mood and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry, I will take you away intact. You won't be missing any limbs. They should be the ones who are worried."

After saying that, he looked at the people opposite him and scoffed, "These few people are nothing to me."

Chen Zhao thought he was just bragging and wanted to say something more, but Yu Ran pushed him back, threw the bag on his shoulder into his arms, and turned his head to laugh arrogantly.

"Watch the bag for me. I'll deal with these bastards in a bit."

Chen Zhao watched as Yu Ran excitedly tilted his neck, cracked his wrists, and charged directly at the group of men carrying knives and sticks.

Chen Zhao was dumbfounded.

That was the first time Chen Zhao had ever seen what the ultimate aesthetics of violence were.

Yu Ran wore a crisp, light blue short-sleeved shirt, her face dignified, and her movements extremely elegant, as if she were creating a work of art.

But his actions were extremely ruthless.

One punch for each thug, one kick for each of them, sending their weapons flying. The sound of the sneaker soles hitting their sternums was crisp and rhythmic, like some kind of symphony, yet chilling to the bone.

The thugs saw blood, but Yu Ran remained dignified and elegant. Her white sneakers were spotless, not even a speck of dust on them.

The group rushed forward, but gained no advantage whatsoever. They didn't even manage to touch Yu Ran's clothes before being completely wiped out.

The haughty young man picked up the baton and switchblade from the ground, scoffed, and tossed the knife behind him, accurately into the trash can. All that remained in his hand was the baton.

The thugs struggled to get up, but he walked over slowly, his movements elegant, his eyes smiling, yet his strength was immense. With a flick of his wrist, he slammed the six thugs who had just gotten up back to the ground.

Another person struck them twice more with a stick, showing no mercy. The men lay on the ground groaning, unable to get up again.

Yu Ran looked at the baton with disgust, threw it behind him, and went to keep company with the knives.

Looking at the petty boss who was huddled up and wished he could find a hole to bury himself in, he smiled and dusted off his hands.

Then, he stepped on the chest of the bruised and swollen leader, looking down at him with an arrogant expression, while his peripheral vision fell on Chen Zhao's bruised hands and face.

The anger he had just suppressed resurfaced from his lowered brows, his voice tinged with coldness. "What did you just say? Whose legs were you going to break? Whose life was you going to ruin?"

The leader was in pain all over from being stepped on. He barely managed to open his swollen eyes a crack and looked at the person twirling the butterfly knife. He was so scared that he tried to back away, but Yu Ran held him down firmly. He couldn't move, like a stranded fish, struggling incessantly, but to no avail.

He was truly terrified. Looking at Yu Ran's smiling face, he felt as if he were seeing a demon.

He is the devil!

A complete and utter demon!

The cold blade pressed against that bruised face. Yu Ran's face was full of bloodthirsty coldness. He squatted down and leaned close to him. "Tell me, how many cents a pound could I sell for if I peeled off your face, which is as thick as a city wall?"

The underling was trembling with fear, begging for mercy, "Brother, just pretend I didn't say anything, Dad, you're my dad, my real dad."

Yu Ran scoffed lightly, "I don't have an unfilial son like you."

The ferocity in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it gained a touch of bloodthirsty indifference as the knife was about to slice open that repulsive face.

A trembling hand grabbed Yu Ran's thin wrist. "Forget it, hand them over to the police."

Yu Ran didn't give up. He lowered his eyes, his voice unreadable, "Are you blaming me?"

Chen Zhao, clutching his bag, suddenly became agitated and retorted, "I didn't. You used a knife; what if they turn around and accuse you?"

Yu Ran's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

He tilted his head to look at Chen Zhao, "What, worried about me?"

Chen Zhao nodded. "You got into trouble to save me, so naturally I don't want anything to happen to you."

Yu Ran was barely satisfied with this explanation. He chuckled and put the butterfly knife away.

"Alright, I'll do as you say today."

Before Chen Zhao could say anything more, a piercing police siren blared from outside the alley.

Chen Zhao, who is usually quite well-behaved, was delighted to receive an orange trial card.

Yu Ran acted as if he were at home, extremely relaxed, and even went to a nearby convenience store to buy food while discussing things with the policewoman.

You'd think they were tourists.

He walked in with a small bread roll in his mouth, looked at Chen Zhao who was sitting upright with his hands on his knees, as well-behaved as a kindergarten child, chuckled, and called out, "Chen Zhao."

Chen Zhao turned around, and Yu Ran tossed the large bag in his hand, which Chen Zhao caught in a flurry.

Yu Ran strode over and sat down next to him. "Have something to eat. Didn't you have lunch? I just bought too much."

Chen Zhao hesitated, about to retort that he wasn't hungry, when his stomach growled at just the right moment.

His face flushed red, and he took out a small bread roll, which he ate dryly without touching anything else.

Yu Ran chuckled, opened a bottle of Want Want milk tea and handed it to Chen Zhao, "Aren't you going to choke? There are so many drinks, don't you know how to open a bottle and mix them?"

Chen Zhao stared at the silly smiling face on the red jar, their eyes meeting in a comical way, but he still took the item.

"Thank you."

Yu Ran didn't say anything more.

After Chen Zhao finished eating and drinking, he remembered something and glanced at Yu Ran. "Oh, right, classmate, I haven't asked you your name yet."

Yu Ran paused, holding the small bread roll, and whispered two words, "Yu Ran".

After saying that, as if realizing that his introduction was not formal enough, he added two more words, "My name is Yu Ran."

This was the first time Yu Ran had formally mentioned his name to Chen Zhao, and he wanted the man to remember it.

Chen Zhao was taken aback, wondering why this person wanted to introduce himself again. He smiled and said, "My name is Chen Zhao."

Yu Ran glanced at him, her expression somewhat helpless, yet her gaze was deep and unfathomable.

"I know."

I know you are Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao exclaimed "Ah!" and subconsciously asked, "How did you know?"

After saying that, he realized his question was a bit silly; the person had just called his name.

He then fell silent.

The two sat quietly side by side, waiting patiently for the questions to be asked.

A warm breeze blew in the summer evening, marking the reunion of Yu Ran and Chen Zhao.