The Ultimate Evolution - Chapter 122

Chapter 122

Sheyan nodded his head, and immediately stood up and left . His composure unknowingly caused Mother He to be shocked as she urgently asked:

"Young brother, where are you going?"

Sheyan gently glanced back, his lips curled into a chilling sneer:

"Of course to get Xiao Jun back . "

Mother He was stunned, after Sheyan left, she bewilderedly exclaimed:

"This . . . . he just left without even staying for a drink?"

After Sheyan listened to Mother He's description, he instantly deduced that even if that street merchant who sold the pastry wasn't an accomplice, there should still be a huge relationship with those kidnappers . Xiao Jun was already a 8 . 5 years old kid, this boy being abducted without a single sound nor news was certainly not something that was done alone, there was at least a group! The usage of drugs in such a vicious attempt was also commonly known .

Even the police would be helpless when encountering such a thing, because their job was to always go in accordance with the law . They needed evidence, and this even had to implicate a few other civilians thus, it left their limbs binded . Yet Sheyan had no fear, ever since he became a contestant, the regulations and laws of the present world could no longer bind him .

The accident happened not far from here, roughly at third street . As Sheyan walked, he continued searching around for that street merchant with the push cart . This kind of person was fairly common in Chongqing city, and had distinctive characteristics . After Sheyan completed checking six streets, he discovered a street merchant fervently selling 'Sachima' beside a public bus-stop .

This street merchant was wearing a skullcap, he had a sly look and looked 40 years old . He was currently using a slur of clumsy words to attract people to purchase his products . Sadly, nobody near him wanted to and even avoided him . Sheyan stood beside observing, after waiting for the bus-stop to clear up after several buses left, he then approached and used a He Nan accent .

"Is this pastry delicious? Can I try it?"

That street merchant immediately raised his chest towards the sky and vouched before giving Sheyan one piece, Sheyan then started chewing and asked .

"How much for 500g?"

That street merchant raised his brows in delight and exclaimed .

"Forty, forty!"

Sheyan immediately held tightly onto his pouch, heart achingly replying .

"Too expensive, too expensive . "

He waved his hands and left . This street merchant had not made a single transaction the whole afternoon, he hurriedly obstructed Sheyan saying:

"Money?"

The shocked Sheyan replied:

"What money?"

This street merchant then confidently replied .

"Didn't you just eat my pastry? This pastry is an entire piece, I cut it up to let you sample so others will not be able to buy it already . You have to buy the entire pastry!"

Sheyan shook his head like a rattle-drum, turning to leave . But this street merchant was well prepared, he fished out a whistle from his clothes and blew it hard . Suddenly a few accomplices appeared from the sides, they were all wearing filthy aprons and similarly came from other push carts . They started to shove and cursed at Sheyan, and gradually shoved him into a peaceful and remote corner .

This street merchant stood in front of Seyan, his hand holding onto the knife he used to cut the 'Sachima' . Using a clumsy but fierce tone to coerce:

"Pastry, 400 Rmb, 4 kg! Hurry up!"

This was this person's shrewd nature . This 'Sachima' pastry was originally 5 RMB for 500g, but

it suddenly increased tenfolds after he forced Sheyan to this state . Even if this scene was witnessed by the police, it would be counted as forced selling . But how was this different from robbing?

Sheyan glanced around to make sure there were no passerby, he then raised his head frowning with his brows . Exposing his white teeth as he smiled saying:

"Okay, I'll buy . "

At the same time as his words, his right fist ferociously smashed into that street merchant's shoulder like a hammer . A clear and crisp cracking sound of the shoulder blade could be heard! Before he even had a chance to scream, Sheyan already conveniently grabbed onto his neck and raised him up . Casually using him as a weapon and threw him at his two accomplices . At this moment, a kebab seller oust forward, he looked ruthless as he thrusted forward with his kebab knife! Sheyan had no time to evade, and a miserable flesh wound formed on his back!

However, only the wielder knew, he felt like he was poking at an extremely thick tyre . It was incomparably difficult to understand, after piercing into the flesh, only after exerting his entire effort could he move the knife . After Sheyan felt a slight pain at this back, he immediately shot out his hands to grab it . His five fingers were like iron hooks, empty handedly snatching that knife .

At this moment, these thugs understood they encountered a steel board . That kebab seller wanted to run but Sheyan rushed forward and simply kicked him as he crashed into the opposing wall . Sheyan's one kick caused this kebab seller to smashed into the wall and form a 'Y' shape on the wall, and he finally crashed to the floor after a few seconds .

At this point, the strength faded in the remaining street merchants . They glanced at each other and reckoned Sheyan was an undercover cop . Suddenly they got worked up and started shouting in some weird street language . Although Sheyan could not understand their words, but he reckoned these people were trying to turn this internal contradiction into a conflict of ethnicity, the police bullying the minority . Normally, the police also had great headaches as they had no ideas on dealing with this group, but this group of people's sole misjudgement was . . . . Sheyan was not even police . Therefore, nothing could restrain him, don't even mention racial dilemma, any other social conflicts would not cause him to bat a single eyelid .

Sheyan used only one move to silence the entire crowd . He swung a slap towards that brat wearing the skullcap who was screaming the loudest . That slap seemed held back, but the force was enough to cause that brat to spin 240 degrees round . A few bloodied teeth could be seen sweeping through the air, and landed onto the dusty ground . That guy stood rooted with a blank expression, blood was streaking out of his right ear like a snake and then gently dripped onto the ground .

"I'm not a magistrate . " Sheyan hung down his eyelids and indifferently said . "So don't use such tricks on me . I'm here to find someone, after finding him I will leave . "

None of the 4 street merchants were left standing . They raised their heads and gazed at Sheyan with a frightened expression .

"Ten days ago, who was the one who sold Sachima over here?" Sheyan coldly proclaimed . Simultaneously, he was holding onto a stack of red notes . "Who can tell me first, this 10,000 yuan will belong to you . "

These few street merchants glanced at each other, but none of them spoke up . Sheyan sighed and said:

"Very well . "

Those words were still echoing through the air, as Sheyan had already firmly clutched onto the hair closest to him . He then forcefully swung it against the closest wall! This knock was extremely deadly, the sound it created caused a person's goose bumps to rise out . Without question, this unlucky brat instantly sunk to unconsciousness . Sheyan gradually loosen his hand, letting the blood drip trickle down slowly from his fingers . His eyes communicated a blood-thirsty and brutal nature .

"Very well, I hope you guys will carry on being stubborn . Even if the four of you don't speak up, don't you think I will catch others to interrogate?"

Sheyan slowly squatted down , he walked towards the kebab seller who was currently clutching onto his stomach . He gently said .

"10 days ago, that street merchant who was selling Sachima . Where is he?"

The kebab seller's pupils dilated, he nervously rubbed his hands against his filthy apron:

"That is Xire Ah Hong, he has gone to take over another territory . "

Sheyan immediately tossed that stack of notes in front of his face, the red notes floated scattering about . He then grimly replied:

"Tell me everything you known, whoever dares to betray you over here, I will be responsible for his corpse . "

The kebab seller swallowed his saliva, and greedily snatched the scattered notes:

"What do you want to know?"

Sheyan lightly replied .

"Xire Ah Hong and the rest, did they kidnap a small boy? My friend's kid was taken by them . I want to find that kid . "

The kebab seller was shocked:

"Kidnapping? Nonono, We don't do such business, I heard that is the profession of the He Nan gang .

He immediately saw Sheyan's face turning gloomy and hurriedly corrected:

"But that group with Xire Ah Hong is certainly has business of abusing small kids . Is your friend's son crippled? Or looked miserably pitiful?"

This kebab seller seemed like an old veteran . His appearance looked to be a street merchant, but he was overflowing with the fluent Beijing dialect . He had such eloquence that he could even be an official news broadcaster . Sheyan got slightly distracted:

"That kid has a severe skin disease, his friends call him rotten skinned dog . He does look very pitiful . "

"Then that's settled!" The kebab seller slapped his thigh, extremely absorbed into his character but unintentionally aggravated his pain . He immediately gritted his teeth saying, "Xire Ah Hong and that ground particular targets those little kids, they will cultivate this sort of crippled/ handicapped nature, and bring them to another city to engage in begging!"