The man with the gun pointed at his head felt his legs go weak and he was about to collapse to the ground.
Qiao Nian gently moved the muzzle of the gun forward; "Stand still."
The 1.80-meter-tall sturdy man swallowed his saliva, pinched his fingers and forced himself to stay calm and stand still by relying on the pain, for fear of angering Qiao Nian.
Qiao Nian looked at them again.
"I asked you guys if it was fun?"
"… "
Who among the three dares to speak
The three of them stood there stiffly, their necks stretched straight, every cell in their bodies screaming with regret and the desire to leave.
Sunday took the lead in provoking people.
Even though she was extremely regretful and just wanted to walk away, she had to bite the bullet and force out an awkward smile: "Sister, sister, don't be angry."
Qiao Nian held the gun in his left hand and took out the silver knife from his pocket with his right hand. The sharp blade slid across the sturdy man's cheek.
The strong man's facial muscles trembled violently with fear.
"Beautiful, beautiful lady."
Sunday waved his hands repeatedly: "Sister, don't be angry, don't be angry!"
Qiao Nian gestured up and down with the blade, and took the time to answer them lightly: "I think it's quite fun."
She asked back, "You think it's not fun?"
How dare the three Sundays speak.
In particular, the arrogant and domineering man almost fainted when he saw this.
But Qiao Nian had just warned him not to move, so he didn't dare to move at all, for fear that any movement would be seen as a provocation by the other party and he would be shot in the head.
"Sunday..."
He was brought here by Sunday, and this incident happened.
Strong men only look for Sunday.
The changing expressions on the woman's face were very colorful.
She thought about it for about a minute, then figured it out. She gritted her teeth and stood up, saying, "Sister, I was wrong. How about this, I apologize to you and you let my friend go first?"
Sunday felt that it was a great shame and humiliation for him to bow down to a yellow man.
She had no choice but to do it.
"Sorry." She lowered her head in embarrassment and apologized: "It's my fault."
Not sorry. Sorry.
The former is an apology based on an equal relationship.
The latter is more like a step that those in power are forced to find.
Qiao Nian half-closed his eyes and suddenly raised his arm. The sturdy man screamed in fear and closed his eyes tightly, thinking that he was finished.
All I heard was a gunshot.
The bullet shot a hole less than 10 centimeters away from the woman's foot. Dust was flying on the ground, and the person standing there was already frightened out of his wits.
Qiao Nian blew away the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun and said in a lazy tone, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
"… "
Now Sunday didn't dare to speak.
The three of them figured it out.
He won't listen to any tricks!
But why would an Oriental person in the Independent State be so arrogant
The three of them were full of doubts, and the current situation did not allow them to think too much. They all looked extremely unhappy.
At this time, a car slowly pulled over to the side of the road.
The passenger window rolled down.
Mo Xi put his arm on it and turned his head to see: "Qiao..."
He immediately noticed the situation on the sidewalk, quickly unbuckled his seat belt, and walked over to Qiao Nian in big strides.
He glanced at the three of them.
He then turned his attention to the girls before he could even open his mouth.
Sunday recognized him at a glance: "Mr. Mo!"
When Mo Xi turned around, he saw a gorgeously dressed woman not far away who was very excited to see him and kept waving at him.
He also pointed at his nose.
“It’s me, I’m Sunday!”
"?"
"I met you before at my father's dinner party and toasted you. Have you forgotten?" She saw that Mo Xi obviously didn't remember who he was.
(End of this chapter)