Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Qiao Nian recognized at a glance the fearlessness of death that only a mercenary could possess in that man, and his eyes were as fierce as a wolf.

Where did the mercenaries from Independence Continent come from?

The other party was jabbering a lot, and even without looking at it, it was a curse word.

Qiao Nian never tolerated anyone, so she raised her hand and slapped him in the face, causing blood to ooze from the corner of the man's mouth. Only then did he hear her scolding with a hint of impatience: "Shut up."

It disturbed her.

The brown-skinned mercenary's ears were ringing. He was stunned for several seconds, and then he began to struggle desperately: "Let me go!"

This time he mumbled words that Qiao Nian could understand.

The girl lowered her eyebrows, pressed his face to the ground, rubbed it, and asked slowly, "Who asked you to come?"

"I'm telling you...let go! You stinky bitch!" The man on the ground didn't realize the danger was coming, and was struggling fiercely.

The strange thing was that he found that the girl holding him down had thin arms and legs, but he could not break free from her grasp and was crushed by her. This feeling is not good in the hearts of mercenaries. They advocate force, and force mostly comes from strength. Women are naturally less powerful than men, which makes most of them look down on women and are somewhat misogynistic.

Knot.

But now he was being pinned to the ground by a woman he looked down on. It was undoubtedly a great shame and humiliation for him.

"I fucking told you..." The mercenary blushed, and the humiliated blush showed through his dark skin, which was red and blue, and he could see his anger at this time.

However, the person he faced was Qiao Nian.

Qiao Nian has never been a person who likes to reason with people who are not clear-headed. The next second before he could curse, he could only hear the sound of his bones cracking.

"Ah!" The man screamed, cold sweat fell from his forehead, and the veins in his neck bulged painfully.

He stared wide-eyed at the extremely young woman who controlled him, with an Asian face, and the weakest woman who could only cry.

However, his eyes were wide open in pain at this moment, and he could feel the extreme pain caused by the dislocation of the hand that Qiao Nian had suppressed.

In just a few seconds, the clothes on his back were soaked with sweat, his lips turned pale in pain, and he couldn't curse for a long time.

When his mind was buzzing, he heard the girl's low voice. "From now on, I ask you a question and you answer it. If your answer is not satisfactory to me, I will break one of your fingers. You have two hands and ten fingers. If you continue to make trouble with me, you will have ten fingers." Opportunities. Waiting for you these ten

The opportunity has run out, and you still have two legs and another hand... My patience is limited, so I will give you three seconds to think clearly about how to answer next. "

"3."

The mercenary heard her start counting down before he had time to think about it. He straightened his neck and blushed: "You just started counting?"

"2." Qiao Nian didn't even bother to give him a look.

The atmosphere became heavy.

The mercenary's thoughts were racing and he couldn't think clearly, but the girl didn't give him time to think. She counted the last numbers, like the last second before beheading.

"1."

Qiao Nian didn't pause at the moment when his mentality was shaken: "Who ordered you to come?"

"I..." the mercenary opened his mouth.

He met the girl's unruffled eyes, which were extremely dark, deep and cold: "Think it over before you speak." He didn't feel scared, his face changed slightly, he shut up and hesitated, the dislocated arm on the left reminded him of the pain he had just suffered all the time. . .