Ji family
The bald man relaxed his grim smile a little and looked at the girl in front of him intently.
The girl looked very young, definitely no more than twenty years old.
He was wearing an ordinary hoodie, black casual pants that outlined his straight legs, and a pair of canvas shoes on his feet.
If it weren't for the baseball cap and snow-white skin, there would be an indescribable unique aura about him.
She was dressed plainly from head to toe.
He looked like any ordinary Oriental student who came here to travel, with black hair and black eyes, a little thinner than them, and his neck was twisted as if he was strangling a chick.
The bald man couldn't help but grin and sneer: "Ji family, when did the Ji family in the Independent Continent have an oriental face? Which of your Ji family's relatives is this?"
"Speaking of the Ji family."
He smacked his lips, stopped laughing, and said jokingly: "I do know that someone from the Ji family is in Continent M recently, but he came to visit the Archbishop some time ago, and he doesn't look like you!"
What was that man's name
It seems to be Ji Ziyin.
He is a little famous in the independent state.
He is known as a genius that appears once in a century in the Ji family.
A few days ago, I ran to the neighborhood church to see the Archbishop, but was ruthlessly stopped outside by Lord Jacob and refused to see him.
The bald man probably thought it was boring, so he patted his thigh, turned around lazily and said to the two of them: "Go back, kids, this is not a place for you to come."
"Are all your hidden families so arrogant?" The girl's voice was cold and calm, with a hint of nonchalance.
The bald man and his men stopped, turned around abruptly, and stared at her fiercely: "Say it again."
"You are also allowed to discuss the hidden family?"
"Tsk." He thought the girl would be scared, but she casually reached out and lifted her cap, revealing a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, looking straight at him: "Have you ever heard of keeping a low profile to survive?"
"?" The bald man frowned and shouted, "Are you looking for death?"
"Ah." Qiao Nian simply nodded: "I'll ask you one last time, is your archbishop here?"
The bald man froze for a second, then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards her angrily, cursing: "Damn it!"
Daji had long since lost her patience.
Without saying a word, he grabbed his weapon from the back seat of the shabby jeep he was driving, kicked open the driver's door, and placed the black hole directly on the head of the bald man who was rushing over. He spat and said, "Come on, try to rush forward one more step?"
What he had was no ordinary thing.
I saw Daji holding a half-meter long missile tube in his hand. The diameter of the thing was 10 centimeters. He was tall and strong, and he looked like he could hold the big thing easily on his shoulders. As soon as this thing appeared, the whole block became quiet.
grass.
No matter how chaotic this place is, no one would bring a guy like this out!
Everyone's expression changed.
Only Qiao Nian rubbed his brows and looked at him: "When did you bring this?"
"When doing business, you always have to bring some samples." Daji spoke to her in a cynical tone, smiling, and seemed to be in a good mood.
His chat would be more convincing if he didn't have a gun pressed to someone's head.
Qiao Nian turned to the bald man's men and said, "Someone tell the archbishop for me, just say..."
Her eyes darkened, and there seemed to be a shadow floating in them, as if she was pressing down on a sleeping lion that had grown into an adult and was about to wake up.
"Just say that Ji Qing's daughter is looking for him."
(End of this chapter)