Qiong Ying's heart trembled, thoughts of rejection quickly jumped in her mind.
But she didn't have any weapons or the ability to resist. Maybe the middle-aged man was unhappy and would shoot holes in her the next second.
"Come out!" The man growled again, with a particularly bad temper. He walked towards Qiong Ying in a few steps, grabbed her hair, and pulled her out.
Qiongying gasped in pain.
Poison almost wanted to rush forward, but in the end he held back and did not take action.
She and two other people, a man and a woman, were taken to a room. Someone suggested that they were pointing at the camera. At the other end of the long table, a man was sitting leisurely on a chair with his legs crossed, a low-quality cigar in his mouth, and his facial features
He didn't look good either. He had an ugly tattoo on his shoulder. He blew out a puff of white smoke and was on a video call with the police, threatening to shoot the hostages if they didn't comply with their demands!
Qiongying's eyelids twitched, should she be so unlucky?
boom!
She was so frightened that she trembled. A person on her left fell to the ground, and a low angry voice came from the video.
Qiong Ying's mind went blank, and her body felt like it was not her own. The man was still negotiating with the police, and was obviously not satisfied. She would be the next to die!
A huge aura of death enveloped me.
She had never been so scared.
The man couldn't reach an agreement with the police at all. One of them pointed his gun at her head. She didn't know where she got the courage. She glared at the man smoking a cigar and sternly said: "How dare you touch me?"
Give it a try!"
Her voice got the man's attention.
The man glanced at her with interest, and she took a breath. What made her uneasy was not the man's eyes, but the muzzle of the gun that was about to pull the trigger.
"You can't afford to pay the price for hurting me!"
"Why?" The man suddenly stopped the video call. He waved a fruit knife in his hand, and Qiongying saw a flash of silver light in the corner of her eyes. She was too fast to react, and her neck suddenly hurt.
A small trace of blood!
The knife passed by her neck and was stuck straight into the wooden wall behind her.
Qiong Ying suppressed the thought of looking back at the knife. She was sure that if he had lost his sense of control just now, he would have cut off the main artery in her neck, and blood was flowing down the wound at the moment.
Great fear and panic swept through my body.
She secretly clenched her fists, forcing herself not to show weakness, even if the soles of her feet were soft, she forced herself not to really soften, and stared at the man with her eyes fixed.
"You're dead!" She forced herself to remain calm.
Suddenly, a man walked in from outside. He laughed as if he had never seen such an interesting woman before. He walked up to her, lightly wiped the blood on her neck, and touched her mouth. The next second, he grabbed her.
She raised her chin and asked frivolously: "Do you know what happened to you? Believe it or not, you are the one who is dying now?"
Qiong Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, and in front of her was a beautiful man with a dangerous smile. Although he was a handsome guy, his eyes were extremely fierce.
Qiongying held her breath, but her words were calm and calm: "You don't dare to kill me!"
"Oh?" This woman is really interesting. She has been reduced to a prisoner and can still be so calm. It seems that she really has a great background?
"Why do you say that? Whose woman are you? Or whose daughter?"
Qiong Ying knocked down his hand that slid down to her buttocks. "I am Chang Che's woman!"
Qiong Ying really tried her best. These people seemed to be in the underworld. She was afraid that naming her father or brother would be useless, but Chang Che, she guessed, might have a greater effect.