Qiao Nian recognized at a glance the fearlessness of death that only mercenaries possessed in that man, and his eyes were as fierce as a wolf.
Where do the mercenaries in the Independent Continent come from
The other party kept on talking a lot, and you could tell it was insulting.
Qiao Nian never indulged anyone. She raised her hand and slapped the man. The man's mouth was bleeding. Then she scolded him with a faint and impatient tone: "Shut up."
It disturbed her.
The brown-skinned mercenary's ear was buzzing. He was stunned for several seconds, then began to struggle desperately: "Let me go!"
This time he spoke in a vague and awkward way that Qiao Nian could understand.
The girl lowered her eyebrows, pressed his face hard on the ground, and asked slowly, "Who asked you to come?"
"I told you... to let go! Bitch!" The man on the ground had not yet realized the danger and was struggling violently.
The strange thing was that he found that the girl who was holding him down had thin arms and legs, and he could not break free from her grip and was severely crushed by her.
This feeling was not pleasant for the mercenaries, they admired force, and force mostly came from strength. Women were naturally weaker than men, which led to most of them looking down on women and having some misogyny.
But now he was pressed to the ground with his head held down by a woman he looked down upon, which was undoubtedly a great humiliation for him.
"I fucking told you..." The mercenary's face flushed red, the blush of humiliation showing through his dark skin, red and blue, showing his anger at the moment.
But the person he was facing was Qiao Nian.
Qiao Nian has never been a person who likes to reason with those who are not in their right minds. Before he could curse, he heard the sound of bones cracking.
"Ah!" The man let out a scream, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and the veins in his neck bulged with pain.
He stared with wide eyes at the extremely young woman who was controlling him, with an Asian face, and was the weakest woman who could only cry.
But at this moment, his eyes were wide open in pain, and he could feel the extreme pain brought by the dislocation of the hand that was suppressed by Qiao Nian.
In just a few seconds, the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, his lips turned pale from the pain, and he couldn't make a whimper for a long time.
As his head was buzzing, he heard the girl's low, hoarse voice.
"From now on, I ask you one question and you answer it. If your answer does not satisfy me, I will break one of your fingers. You have two pairs of hands and ten fingers. If you want to continue to mess with me, you will have ten chances. When you use up these ten chances, you still have two legs and another hand... I have limited patience, so I will give you three seconds to think about how to answer next."
“3.”
The mercenary heard her count down before he had time to think. He instinctively straightened his neck and blushed: "You're starting to count already?"
"2." Qiao Nian didn't even bother to give him a look.
The atmosphere grew heavy.
The mercenary's mind was racing and he hadn't thought it through at all, but the girl didn't give him time to think and counted the last number, like the last second before beheading.
"1."
The moment his mentality was shaken, Qiao Nian said without hesitation: "Who sent you here?"
"I..." the mercenary opened his mouth.
He met the girl's calm eyes, which were extremely dark, deep and cold: "Think about it carefully before you speak."
He was not frightened, his face changed slightly, he shut his mouth and hesitated for a while, but his dislocated left arm reminded him of the pain he had just felt.
(End of this chapter)