Elena secretly hated Sai Lan for not treating her as a human being, but she did not dare to resist her orders and put the wine glass in her hand back on the table.
She followed.
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Sai Lan went up the spiral staircase and walked on the soft carpet to the door of one of the rooms that seemed to have no end.
She first stopped and listened carefully without hearing any movement inside. Then she frowned at Elena's confused look, put her hand on the door handle, and turned back to talk.
"You made sure you told him."
"I'm sure." Elena confirmed.
Sai Lan's face was as cold as ice. She pushed open the door and saw that the room was dark with no lights on except for the bright light from the closet.
She glanced in the direction of the closet, raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose, and walked in.
Elena, who was following behind her, had no choice but to follow.
The two entered the room one after the other. Just as Sai Lan walked to the wall to turn on the light switch, a gust of wind came from behind her.
She was in her forties but still incredibly agile. The moment the opponent's palm wind attacked her, she turned around suddenly and grabbed the opponent with one hand.
The person behind her was no pushover either. The moment she made the move, he held the gun in his other hand, with his index finger on the trigger, and the cold muzzle pressed against Sai Lan's forehead.
In the darkness, the girl's voice was cold and hoarse: "Don't move, or you might get hurt by an accidental discharge of the gun."
Elena shouted in surprise: “Qiao Nian?”
Sai Lan's eyes flashed, and she gave up resisting. Instead, she wanted to see the girl's face clearly in the dark: "It's you, my son's girlfriend."
She thought of going with Dowell. "How did you get to the island?"
Sai Lan was smarter than Dowell and immediately figured out the reason. She looked at him sharply, as if she wanted to eat Qiao Nian alive: "Are you the bodyguard he brought with him, Martin?"
She asked in a stern tone, more like someone who holds the initiative than Qiao Nian, "What do you want to do?"
At the same time, she reached out to grasp the muzzle of the gun that Qiao Nian was pointing at her forehead, as if she didn't think Qiao Nian would shoot her. She was extremely unscrupulous.
However, before her fingers touched the muzzle of the gun, the girl knocked her fingers away with the gun body. The crisp sound of a gun being loaded was heard in the air, breaking the relaxed atmosphere created by Sai Lan.
"Stop it~" the girl said frivolously, "I can really shoot. You don't need to gamble your head to see if it's stronger than my bullet."
Sai Lan has been dealing with guns for many years, so she could naturally hear the sound of a gun being loaded. Her body froze when Qiao Nian knocked her hand away with the muzzle of the gun and loaded the gun again.
She looked into the darkness and threatened coldly, "You'd better hold the gun firmly, or you'll have to go down with me if anything happens to me!"
"Yeah." Qiao Nian was not afraid of threats. He raised the corners of his mouth and spoke to Sai Lan in a nonchalant tone: "So I told my aunt not to move and not to try to compare the hardness of her skull with my bullet. This way, it will be good for you, me and everyone else. No one will die, right?"
Sai Lan stopped talking.
Qiao Nian was not afraid to say it more directly: "Besides, in your heart, your life is more important than anything else, and you don't want to gamble your life with someone like me."
"Auntie, if you value your life, you'd better cooperate with me. Let's solve the problem if we have one, don't you agree?"
"Where is Wangchuan? Where is he?" Sai Lan did not answer, but asked in a deep and cold voice.
Qiao Nian hooked one arm around her neck and put the gun to her temple with the other hand, forcing her to move to the wall and turn on the light switch in the room.