Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Ye Wangchuan held the blade back and chuckled, with a very arrogant and lazy tone: "I advise you not to play tricks, otherwise my knife will be faster than bullets."

"..." Sanz originally wanted to signal others to find the right moment to shoot, but now he didn't dare to act rashly.

Ye Wangchuan hijacked him and approached the girl.

As soon as Qiao Nian saw that he was fine, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and there was still a trace of fear that she was not aware of.

Seeing him approaching her with the leader of this small group of people, she was the first to smell the strong smell of blood. She immediately frowned and looked at him with dark eyes: "Are you injured?"

She was going to check right away: "Where's the injury?"

Ye Wangchuan looked at her helplessly as she ignored everyone's hands reaching out to check. He had no choice but to avoid her, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Nian Nian, I'm afraid it won't work now. Let's wait until we get back in the evening."

Qiao Nian pursed her lower lip. It was rare that she didn't change the subject with her serious face. She turned to look at the dozen or so people who had lost their backbone and didn't know what to do and said, "You still have time to leave now."

"If you leave now, you just haven't completed the task. You tried your best, and the people behind you probably won't say anything. But if you continue to stand in a stalemate here, don't blame me if you lose your life."

Everyone started talking buzzingly.

Qiao Nian ignored no one and walked straight to the young man controlled by Ye Wangchuan. He narrowed his eyes for a while and said, "Sans, right?"

"...I didn't expect Sun to know me." Sanz was a little surprised, but his current embarrassing situation was not suitable for him to say this.

Qiao Nian nodded and pursed her lips: "I've seen you a few times at Jian Jin's place, and I have a bit of an impression."

She asked the young man who had not come back to his senses: "Have you made up your mind? Should you leave or stay?"

Sans didn't recover immediately when she asked her question. When he realized what he was asking, Qiao Nian couldn't help but reveal a wry smile: "Sun, you also know Mr. Lu's temper. What's the difference between me leaving now and staying?" "

Qiao Nian disagreed and said, "Of course there is a difference."

"If you choose to leave, you still have a chance to beg for mercy. Even if you are punished afterwards, you may not lose your life. But you choose to stay..."

She raised her eyes under Sanz's gaze, and what she didn't say was left on the micro-aircraft buzzing and flapping its wings in mid-air.

Sanz's expression changed again and again, as if he was thinking about what she said.

He was not sure whether the micro-aircraft flying there was a small bomb, and whether it was filled with materials.

But he remembered that Qiao Nian had a remote control board on his body, so there was a high probability that those aircraft were not just aircraft as Qiao Nian said.

The young man quickly weighed the pros and cons and had to admit that what Qiao Nian told him made sense. He quickly lowered his eyes and said: "I choose to leave, will you let me go?"

"I swear in the name of the Red Alliance." Qiao Nian raised three fingers.

Sans was relieved and turned his head to look at the people he was leading: "You also heard it. Are you leaving or staying?"

The others had begun to think about quitting when Qiao Nian said that the small aircraft flying above their heads had been loaded with ingredients, but now they had no intention of staying.

"Let's go." One person said.

Others have no psychological pressure.

"Walk!"

"I agree too."

"Let's go first."

Most people chose to go, even if there were a few who hesitated, it became less important.

Qiao Nian winked at Ye Wangchuan and whispered: "Let them go."