"As a prostitute, what's weird about wanting to know who is behind the scenes?" Xiahou Xiyue grabbed the armrest of the car with one hand and slowly raised her back foot. At this time, the gun on her head moved away.
There was only a gun on her waist. Just when they thought she was slacking off when she got into the car, her back foot suddenly swiped at the man who was holding the gun against her waist. The man never expected that she would get into the car.
The deception was easily swept away by her kick.
Xiahou Xiyue immediately flew past the car and hid on the other side where there was no one. The piercing sound of gunshots immediately rang out. A group of bodyguards headed by Wuhen rushed out of the villa and had a thrilling gun battle with the kidnappers.
Although there are many enemies, all of them are bodyguards selected by Duanmu Xiu personally. Each bodyguard's skills have reached the top level, and they can kill most of the kidnappers in less than a moment.
Xiahou Xiyue saw the man who had just beaten Yuan Qing on the other side. A cold smile appeared on her lips. She quietly sneaked behind him and pressed the pistol she had just snatched from a kidnapper against him.
On the back of his head, he said coldly: "Put down the gun, or I will shoot you in the head."
The man's body froze, a little unbelievable, but he had to put down the gun in his hand.
At this time, the other kidnappers were also dealt with by Wuhen and the others.
"Xiyue." Yuan Qing, who had been rescued, ran out and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was fine.
"Kneel down." Xiahou Xiyue stretched out her foot and kicked the man's calf, forcing the man to kneel down towards Yuan Qing.
"Xiyue, what are you doing?" Yuan Qing came over and asked somewhat confused.
"He just slapped you, I want you to pay him back ten times. I hate men who hit women the most." Xiahou Xiyue said with a sneer.
"Scared?" Looking at the man kneeling in front of him, but glaring at him with fierce eyes, Yuan Qing felt a little timid.
"He is just a toothless tiger now. What are you afraid of? Doesn't your face hurt anymore?" Xiahou Xiyue looked at her still red and swollen cheeks.
"It hurts." Yuan Qing stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, which was still burning and painful. His face was startled, and finally he plucked up the courage to raise his palm and scrape his face. There was a snap, which was not crisp. She hit him very hard.
My palms hurt a little, but I felt very happy.
The beaten man struggled to remember, but Xiahou Xiyue immediately pressed hard with the muzzle of his gun and said with a sneer: "Bullets have no eyes. If you move again, I can't guarantee whether this pistol will go off."
The man gritted his teeth and had no choice but to continue to kneel.
"Yuan Qing, continue, there are still nine strokes to go." It seems that he thinks women are easy to bully, so now let him feel what it feels like to be beaten by the opposite sex.
"Yes." After hitting him once, Yuan Qing's psychological barrier had been eliminated. He stretched out his palms and breathed a sigh of relief. This time it was very clean and neat. He slapped him eighteen times without stopping, until
His face was beaten red and swollen, and even the corners of his mouth were cracked.
And that man was also a man. He was slapped ten times and didn't say a word.
"Yuan Qing, you did a great job, how do you feel?" Xia Hou Xiyue looked at the proud smile on her face, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of her mouth.
"It feels good." As she slapped him hard, her palms became red and painful, but that was no longer important. What was important was that she finally let out a breath of bad breath for herself, which was so satisfying.
