Ye Wangchuan held the blade in reverse and chuckled, speaking in a rather arrogant and lazy tone: "I advise you not to play tricks, otherwise my knife will definitely be faster than a bullet."
“…” Sans originally wanted to signal others to find the right moment to shoot, but now he dared not act rashly.
Ye Wangchuan held him hostage and walked closer to the girl.
When Qiao Nian saw that he was okay, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and she even felt a trace of fear that she hadn't even noticed.
Seeing him approaching her with the leader of this small group of people, she was the first to smell the strong smell of blood. She immediately frowned and looked at him with dark eyes: "Are you hurt?"
She immediately went to check: "Where is the injury?"
Ye Wangchuan looked at her helplessly as she ignored the hands that everyone stretched out to check on her. He dodged them helplessly and said in a nonchalant manner, "Niannian, I'm afraid it won't work right now. Let's talk about it when we get back tonight."
Qiao Nian pursed her lips, rarely looking serious and not being distracted by him. She turned to look at the dozen people who had lost their backbone and didn't know what to do and said, "It's not too late for you to leave now."
"Leaving now means you haven't completed the mission. You have tried your best, and I'm sure the people behind you won't say anything. But if you continue to stalemate here, don't blame me if you lose your life."
Everyone started to buzz with discussion.
Qiao Nian ignored everyone and walked straight to the young man controlled by Ye Wangchuan. He squinted his eyes and identified him for a while: "Sans, right?"
“…I didn’t expect Sun knew me.” Sans was a little surprised, but his current embarrassing situation didn’t make it suitable for him to say this.
Qiao Nian nodded and pursed her lips: "I have seen you a few times at Jian Jin's place and I have some impression of you."
She asked the young man who had not yet come to his senses: "Have you made up your mind? Are you leaving or staying?"
Sans was not able to recover from her question for the first time. When he reacted and asked Qiao Nian something, he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Sun, you also know Mr. Lu's temper. What's the difference between me leaving now and staying?"
Qiao Nian disagreed and said, "Of course there is a difference."
"If you choose to leave, you still have a chance to plead for mercy, and even if you are punished afterwards, you may not lose your life. But you choose to stay..."
She raised her eyes under Sans's gaze, and all the words she didn't say remained on the micro-flying vehicle that was buzzing and flapping its wings in the air.
Sanz's expression changed again and again, as if he was thinking about what she said.
He was not sure whether the micro-aircraft flying there contained a small bomb or whether it was loaded with explosives.
But he remembered that Qiao Nian had a remote control panel on him, so it was likely that those aircraft were not just aircraft as Qiao Nian said.
The young man quickly weighed the pros and cons and had to admit that what Qiao Nian said made sense. He quickly lowered his eyes and said, "If I choose to leave, will you let me go?"
"I swear in the name of the Red Alliance." Qiao Nian raised three fingers.
Sans felt relieved and turned his head to look at the people he brought with him: "You heard it too. Are you going or staying?"
The others had begun to consider leaving when Qiao Nian mentioned that the small aircraft flying above their heads had been fueled, and now they had even less intention of staying.
"Let's go." Someone said.
Others will no longer have any psychological pressure.
"Walk!"
"I agree."
"Let's go first."
Most people choose to leave, so even if there are a few who hesitate, it becomes less important.
Qiao Nian winked at Ye Wangchuan and whispered, "Let them go."
(End of this chapter)