646. Chapter 646 Who is more ruthless than whom? 1
He opened his hands wide and rushed over with a ferocious smile. His face was trembling with excitement, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
The thought of such a noble and beautiful woman being pressed beneath him made her extremely excited.
"Stop." Qingting stopped retreating. With a wave of his hand, he smoothly took off his black windbreaker. Before the other party could get excited, what they saw immediately made them dumbfounded and unbelievable.
"You...what is this?"
When everyone saw this, their expressions changed and they all retreated.
There was actually explosives underneath the wide windbreaker. A ring of high explosives was wrapped around her waist. It was visually estimated that it weighed more than ten kilograms, enough to blow up the entire warehouse.
With her exquisite body, tender face, and snow-white skin, she is obviously a beautiful girl, but in the eyes of everyone, she has become a life-seeking evil ghost, no, more terrifying than the evil ghost.
The beautiful red lips curled up, and the panicked expression faded, revealing a light smile, "Are you blind? Dynamite, you are a fool, you don't even know this?"
Who asked this? It’s just that no one present thought that a delicate young lady with a lot of money was actually strapped with explosives and exuding an awe-inspiring murderous aura.
It was too illegal, but no one dared to act rashly.
The boss has been in the world for decades and has seen cruel and ruthless female devils, but he has never seen a daughter of a famous family who is so aloof from death.
"Mrs. Leng, if you have something to say, let's talk about it, let's..."
He persuaded nervously while winking at the younger brother beside him.
The younger brother was trembling all over, but he didn't dare to go against the elder's wishes. He sneaked behind Qingting and slowly approached.
The boss was still trying his best to comfort him, but he saw her glance back briefly, take out a lighter, press it lightly, the bluish flame lit up, and slowly approach the gunpowder line. "Let's see if you move faster, or I?"
Act quickly."
The slender, snow-white hands and the faint smile on the corner of the mouth seem to be delicate and unparalleled, but they are doing the cruelest things.
She is obviously just a weak and wealthy young lady, but when she plays tricks, she is more ruthless, crazier and more violent than anyone else.
Who is this person?
Everyone was stunned, they couldn't believe their eyes, and their backs felt cold.
Little Luoluo was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and waved his hands desperately, "I won't come over. Seriously, don't mess around."
At this time, there was no dignity at all. With a mournful face, I wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.
No one wants to die!
God, are you sure this is just an ordinary young lady from a famous family?
Why is she more imposing than the eldest sister on the road?
The entire situation was reversed, Qingting suddenly gained the upper hand and severely knocked down everyone's momentum.
Fan Yuncan shouted in fear, "No, Qingting doesn't want it."
Qingting glanced at her, paused with his delicate hands, and rolled his eyes several times.
The people present felt as if they had escaped from death, with cold sweat all over their bodies.
The boss's heart was beating wildly. For the first time, he felt that he had done something stupid. Would a woman who could marry Mr. Rui be an ordinary person?
"Mrs. Leng, please stay calm and don't do anything stupid."
The corner of Qingting's mouth curled up, half-smiling, and the beauty was breathtaking, "What a stupid thing? You are going to force me to lose my reputation and die without a burial place, so why not let us die together and die cleanly."
The boss no longer dared to have any lust, his face turned pale, and he couldn't believe it, "You... aren't you afraid of death?"
The ants are still living an ignoble existence, and all the gangsters like them are afraid of death. Isn't she, a daughter of a famous family who has everything, afraid of death?