Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Chapter 76: Save Zhao Xuan’s Daughter

The remaining three people were furious. The burly woman with a fierce face raised the hunting rifle and fired a shot at Jiang Siming's car.

In an instant, the glass shattered, and shotgun pellets sprayed. One of them even penetrated Jiang Siming's car seat, but despite the apparent danger, Jiang Siming remained unharmed.

Jiang Siming realized that these people were not only human traffickers but also ruthless kidnappers. Fighting them head-on might cost lives, so Jiang Siming decided to stall and wait for the police.

Unfortunately, it seemed like the kidnappers understood Jiang Siming's intentions. They helped the fallen bearded man back into the car and attempted to drive away. Your next read is at empire

With no other options, Jiang Siming couldn't afford to stall any longer and had to confront them directly.

The deformed rear of Jiang Siming's car made intimate contact with the Wuling Hongguang again, causing the van to stall right as it was about to accelerate.

This move completely angered the kidnappers. The three individuals got out of the car again and headed towards Jiang Siming's driver's seat.

Jiang Siming beat them to it, opening the car door and jumping out.

Facing Jiang Siming, the woman with the gun lifted it, but she noticed Jiang Siming was holding something like an iron rod.

It was a steering wheel lock, similar to a steel rod.

With a powerful swing, Jiang Siming sent the lock like a meteor hammer crashing into the woman's waist.

Jiang Siming's strength had been enhanced through the use of basic genetic drugs, and the force of the lock hitting the woman's waist was tremendous. She screamed in agony, collapsed to the ground, and dropped the shotgun, unable to hold onto it.

Having successfully dealt with the most threatening weapon, Jiang Siming breathed a sigh of relief.

The woman, struck by the lock, suffered internal organ damage, and she was vomiting blood in pain.

Despite the brutality, Jiang Siming felt no remorse. These people were nothing more than beasts.

The remaining two men, seeing another comrade fall, angrily attacked Jiang Siming. Each of them wielded either a steel rod or a machete, aiming viciously at Jiang Siming's head.

Without the threat of a gun, Jiang Siming was not afraid of these two men.

With an incredibly agile body and lightning-fast reflexes, Jiang Siming sidestepped their attacks effortlessly.

Perhaps the dosage of the drugs wasn't enough, as the girl woke up shortly after being placed in Jiang Siming's car.

Running out of the car and witnessing the scene, the clever girl quickly grasped the situation.

"Uncle, did you save me?" she asked.

Cough, cough!

Jiang Siming inhaled the smoke into his lungs, causing a few coughs. Uncle? This was the first time someone had called him uncle. It used to be "brother." Oh, how time flies.

"No need to be afraid. I'm a friend of your mom's. She'll be here soon with the police to rescue you," Jiang Siming reassured her.

The little girl, undeterred, approached Jiang Siming boldly. Though she wore a standard school uniform, her inherent beauty couldn't be concealed.

The slight development of small hills on her chest hinted at the potential for future beauty.

"Uncle, you're amazing! You beat up so many people alone. Are you a martial arts master from legends?" she asked, her twin ponytails swinging with each shake of her head, adorable as can be.

Amused, Jiang Siming decided to tease her and said mysteriously, "You've got a keen eye. Actually, I'm a descendant of the Tang Sect, the most talented genius at Shrek Academy, with the title..."

Before he could finish, the little girl scoffed, "Uncle, I've read Douluo Continent long ago. Are you going to claim you're some kind of Thousand Hands Asura Haotian Douluo?"

"Uh... just teasing you, kiddo," Jiang Siming chuckled awkwardly. It seemed even young girls these days enjoyed reading fantasy novels, or at least the old ones.

Without saying a word, the little girl stared at Jiang Siming and said, "I know you. You're Ming God! Mom's livestream platform!"

"So clever. How many points did you score in the last final exam?" Jiang Siming asked with a smile.

"First in the whole city. Don't bother asking, Uncle. Let me ask you something instead," the little girl said, sitting beside Jiang Siming and grabbing his arm.

Jiang Siming suddenly encountered the girl's small chest, though tiny, it was still perceptible—soft.

Spitting in disgust, he thought, this is a little girl; I'm not some perverted old uncle!