"I'm so scared." Lan Ke smiled and stepped on his legs. The man howled again, and the arrogance and ferocity on his face all turned into pain: "Ahhh, spare... spare my life! Don't... don't step on my legs! Ahhh!"
Lan Ke looked at the person who had just spoken and waved the submachine gun in his hand: "Keep talking."
The man glanced at the man lying on the ground uneasily, and after hesitating for a while, he continued, "You... you'd better leave quickly. His cousin is very strong."
Lan Ke raised her eyebrows and asked dangerously, "Do you think I'm no match for him?"
The man smiled awkwardly: "Of course... not..." I just wanted to get rid of you as soon as possible.
Lan Ke saw through his thoughts at a glance and couldn't help but sneer: "Then what are you afraid of? Or... you don't want this gun anymore?"
The man laughed even more awkwardly. The gun belonged to the second in command, how could he have the courage to take it
At this moment, a modified jeep drove out. Seeing the situation here, the car quickly stopped, and five tall men with guns got out of the car aggressively.
They were holding submachine guns in their hands and wearing black bulletproof vests and military boots. They looked much more imposing than the ragtag troops just now.
A big man with a scar on his face said fiercely: "Put down your gun, or we will shoot!"
Lan Ke glanced at them with disdain: "You can try and see whether your bullet is faster or mine is faster."
"You overestimate your own abilities!" Scarface obviously did not take Lan Ke seriously. He sneered disdainfully, pointed the gun at Lan Ke's chest, and was about to pull the trigger.
"Third brother, stop it!" A man's voice suddenly rang out.
The person who spoke got off the jeep, walked over here quickly, and looked at Lan Ke in surprise: "Ake, why is it you?"
At this moment, the man on the ground suddenly shouted, "Brother, please save me! I am going to be tortured to death by this crazy woman, please catch her, I want to break her arm! Aaaaaa! Don't step on me, don't step on me! I know I was wrong!"
Lan Ke looked at him with amusement: "What did you just say? I didn't hear it clearly, please say it again."
"I, I, I... I didn't say anything!" the man said in horror, but his eyes kept winking at the man not far away, urging him to act quickly.
The man had no choice but to say, "Ake, please give me some face and let him go. He is my cousin Fang Wenyuan, who is not very sensible. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Lan Ke looked at him with dissatisfaction: "Who are you? Do I know you? Also, don't call me A Ke." She had wanted to ask this question for a long time. Who is this person? As soon as he came, he called her "A Ke", as if they were very close.
The man was extremely surprised and looked at Lan Ke with a hurt expression: "You don't recognize me? I'm Fang Wenbo? We are from the same school. I'm your senior. When you first came to school to register, I was the one who picked you up."
Lan Ke was surprised: "It's you?" She said that this person looked a little familiar, but she just couldn't remember who he was. It turned out that he was a senior whom she had met a long time ago.
Lan Ke thought about it seriously, and then the expression on her face became intriguing.
She didn't remember that she and this senior were so familiar with each other that he called her "Ake". This guy was too familiar.
Unfortunately, she has always been unresponsive to such outgoing people.
Fang Wenbo suddenly became happy: "You finally remembered who I am. I didn't expect that you have become more beautiful after not seeing you for more than two months. I didn't dare to recognize you just now because I was afraid I had made a mistake."
Compared to Lan Ke's cold attitude, Fang Wenbo's attitude was much warmer, as if he and Lan Ke were close old friends.
Lan Ke was speechless. She really didn't like Fang Wenbo's familiar attitude.
Just then, she suddenly heard Jun Tianheng's voice.
"Ake." Jun Tianheng suddenly got out of the SUV and came to Lan Ke with a cold face. "Don't pay attention to people you don't like. Just kill them."
Lan Ke looked at him uncomfortably and asked in a voice transmission: "Why do you call me like that?"
Unexpectedly, Jun Tianheng looked at her as if it was a matter of course: "We are friends, shouldn't we call each other that?"
Lan Ke was speechless. She really couldn't refute this. Who made her feel guilty? She couldn't say that she didn't consider Jun Tianheng a friend at all, right
Moreover, after all these things, Jun Tianheng was no longer just a partner to her. To her, Jun Tianheng had become an indispensable and important friend.
So she stopped arguing and directed her criticism at Fang Wenbo: "Is this how you usually rob passers-by?"
Fang Wenbo looked at Jun Tianheng warily, with some obvious hostility and vigilance in his eyes. Hearing Lan Ke's question, he subconsciously denied: "Of course not! There was a blizzard a few days ago. He was stuck in the house for too long, so he ran out to make trouble."
Lan Ke didn't believe his lies: "But I see, they are quite skilled in their work. They must have been fooling around a lot, right?"
Fang Wenbo's expression changed, and he deliberately changed the subject: "Ah..."
"Bang!" A bullet suddenly grazed his head and hit the wall not far away.
Everyone was stunned at first, and then the scarred man shouted angrily: "What are you doing?"
Lan Ke glanced at him coldly, and finally looked at Fang Wenbo: "I said, don't call me that."
Fang Wenbo's face turned extremely ugly. He never expected that Lan Ke would shoot at him without any mercy.
"Lan Ke, I didn't expect you to become like this." Fang Wenbo frowned, "You were not like this before."
"I have things to do and don't have time to reminisce with you. Besides, I hate people pointing guns at me!" Before Lan Ke finished speaking, she suddenly moved.
A black shadow flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, she was back to where she was.
If she didn't have several submachine guns in her hands at this moment, Fang Wenbo and others would even suspect that they were dazzled and the black shadow they saw was just an illusion.
Looking at the gun in Lan Ke's hand, Fang Wenbo began to feel uneasy: "Lan Ke, what do you want to do? Let's talk it over and put the gun down first, okay?"
Lan Ke smiled, and twisted the gun in his hand into a knot in front of everyone.
Then, she casually threw the dough twist on the ground, right next to Fang Wenyuan's head. He was so scared that his eyes widened instantly and his crotch became even wetter.
"I said before, I hate people pointing guns at me." Lan Ke patted the non-existent dust on her hands, as if she didn't see Fang Wenbo's livid face. "Now, can you get out of the way?"
Fang Wenbo glanced at the dough ball on the ground, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he gritted his teeth and made way.