Yu Qingying looked inside and saw Feng Mohan looking over.
She quickly dodged away, secretly surprised at the same time. She really didn't expect that Feng Mohan's sensitivity was so powerful.
It seems that the three years he spent abroad were really more than just studying.
Yu Qingying was waiting for an opportunity.
She looked inside again. Feng Mohan had already gone out, and the president was the only one in the room.
Yu Qingying jumped onto the president's desk. At this time, the president had already raised a dark pistol in his hand.
But when he saw a woman in front of him, his expression became very surprised.
Yu Qingying hit his elbow with one hand, and with a few clicks, his bones were shattered.
When Yu Qingming jumped in, he knew that he must be waiting for him to come in. Then he would control the situation here and quickly make noises to attract people in.
His arm was broken. Yu Qingqing immediately took a cotton ball he was carrying, stuffed it into his mouth, and picked up the pistol that had fallen in his hand with his backhand.
I had expected many things, but never thought of the situation I am encountering now.
Who is this very skilled woman in front of me? I have never heard of it. There is such a person beside Zhang Dingtian.
Yu Qingming took control of his body and pinched his neck with one hand.
The president wanted to make a little noise and let others know, but at this time, he couldn't do it at all.
The woman in front of me had a pair of bright eyes. It could be seen that she had a very beautiful figure and had a light and elegant fragrance. However, he did not expect that she would look like the God of Death.
With a harvesting scythe, he killed people without mercy.
The president died, and he was very desperate when he died.
He had obviously deployed a lot of things, but he still died in the end, unexpectedly at the hands of an unknown person.
The president's eyes were full of unwillingness.
Yu Qingqing glanced at him lightly, turned around, and jumped to the window sill. When she was about to go out, the door was opened.
A figure flashed in, it was Feng Mohan.
He raised his pistol, pointed it at Yu Qingming's back, and fired.
Yu Qingqing's body staggered, and finally swayed, almost falling down.
She caught it with her backhand, looked back, and threw the dagger in her hand towards Feng Mohan.
Feng Mohan quickly dodged and pointed his pistol at Yu Qingming again. When he was about to shoot, he suddenly noticed her eyes, which were so familiar.
His hand stopped in mid-air.
Just looking at Yu Qingqing's figure.
Yu Qingqing couldn't stand the pain anymore and jumped down quickly.
At this time, another order from Feng Mohan was heard.
She hurriedly walked towards Zhang Dingtian. Zhang Dingtian heard the gunfire and looked at her face, but he saw that she was very relaxed.
"How are you doing!?"
Zhang Dingtian quickly grabbed her and asked aloud.
"I'm fine. Let's leave quickly. I'm afraid I won't be able to leave the city later."
Yu Qingqing pulled Zhang Dingtian and ran outside. Zhang Dingtian also quickly followed her and ran forward.
(End of chapter)