Dowell came back to his senses and looked again, but he could no longer see the waitress. He replied hesitantly, "Auntie Lan doesn't hate Asians the most. I just saw that the waitress had black eyes and black hair, and she looked like an Asian."
"It turned out to be a waiter." Garcia looked back without caring: "You must have seen it wrong!"
“I saw it with my own eyes!”
Dowell was anxious: "Besides..." Some people would mistake her for someone with that appearance. Even if he didn't like Asian beauties, he had to admit that she was a high-class beauty.
Garcia waved his hand, not letting him finish: "You've had too much to drink."
Dowell put down his glass in a rage and went to the bathroom: "I'm too lazy to talk to you!"
He walked towards the restroom and unexpectedly saw the waiter who had disappeared before. Dowell remembered his friend's words that he was drunk, so he quickened his pace to catch up with him.
I don’t know if it was his illusion.
He felt that the other person was walking slower and slower, as if waiting for him to catch up. Dowell didn't think too much and patted the other person's shoulder from behind.
"Hey, turn around and come with me to meet my friends."
Qiao Nian also turned around at this time, and his appearance was reflected in her ink-stained eyes, like the calm surface of a deep lake, making people want to find out what's inside.
"you call me?"
Before he could come to his senses, he saw the other party's palm turned into a blade and slashed at his neck. Dowell's eyes were spinning and he fainted before he could react.
Qiao Nian held him with one hand and dragged him into the men's restroom skillfully. He kicked open the door of the innermost single room and pulled the man in.
She placed the man on the toilet lid, went out to get a basin of cold water, and poured it directly on the unconscious man's face.
“Hua La La—”
The cold winter water fanned on the man's face like ice cubes, and the unconscious man suddenly woke up due to the strong external stimulation.
As soon as I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the eye-catching face of the Asian waitress.
"Oh shit." Dowell immediately remembered what happened before he fell unconscious. He jumped up suddenly and attacked the girl in the face with his hand.
He remembered. This woman had attacked him.
But Dowell was fast, and Qiao Nian was even faster than him.
A small knife was pressed against the carotid artery on the side of his neck. Wherever the blade touched, it was colder than frost and snow. The cold touch against his skin was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, full of deterrence.
Dowell's hair stood on end instantly. He raised his hands to show weakness, not daring to move, and became polite in his words.
"Beauty."
"beauty."
"Don't mess around."
"I won't move. I promise."
He was sober from the drunkenness. The hair on his back stood up and cold sweat dripped down. He carefully negotiated with the other party: "Beauty, you must have something else to say to me. Can you put the knife away first?"
"… "
Instead, Qiao Nian pushed the blade a little further inward, cutting the skin on his neck. Bright blood oozed out from the cut, frightening Dowell so much that his lips turned pale and he couldn't even utter a joke.
Seeing that he shut up, Qiao Nian took out a gum bottle from her pocket and threw it at him.
"Pour one out of it and eat it."
"… "
Dowell's hands shook and he almost dropped the bottle she threw to him. He opened the lid tremblingly and poured out a small black pill.
His face turned pale, and he held the pill in his hand as if he was about to eat a fly: "What, what is this?"
Qiao Nian answered him seriously: "Poison."
Dowell: “…” Isn’t it so direct