Fake daughters are wealthy

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

"..." Sans originally wanted to signal others to find the right time to shoot, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

Ye Wangchuan hijacked him and approached the girl.

Ever since Qiao Nian saw that he was fine, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and there was still a trace of fear that he didn't realize.

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

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

Ye Wangchuan looked helplessly at her ignoring everyone's hands stretched out to check, but dodged helplessly, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Nian Nian, I'm afraid I can't do it right now. We'll talk about it when we go back tonight."

Qiao Nian pursed her lower lip. It was rare that he didn't change the subject with a serious face. She turned her head and looked at the dozen or so people who had lost their backbone and didn't know what to do. "It's still too late for you to leave now."

"Going now is just not completing the task. You have tried your best, and the people behind must not say anything. But if you continue to stay here, don't blame me if you lose your life."

Everyone buzzed and discussed.

Qiao Nian didn't care about anyone, and went straight to the young man under Ye Fanchuan's control, narrowed his eyes and recognized it for a while: "Sans, right?"

"...I didn't expect Sun to know me." Sans was a little surprised, but his current embarrassing situation is really inappropriate to say these things.

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

She asked the young man who hadn't recovered: "Have you decided? Go or stay."

Sans didn't slow down when she asked her the first time. After he reacted, Qiao Nian asked him something again, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Sun, you also know Mr. Lu's temper. What's the difference between leaving now and staying? "

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

"If you choose to leave, you still have the opportunity to intercede. 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 stayed on the micro-aircraft buzzing and flapping its wings without saying a word.

Sans' face changed again and again, as if he was thinking about what she said.

He wasn't sure if the MAV flying there was a small bomb or if it had been fueled.

But he remembered that Qiao Nian had a remote control board on him, 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 suddenly: "I choose to go, will you let me go?"

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

Sans was relieved, and turned his head to look at the person he brought: "You heard it too. Go or stay?"

The others had originally retreated after Qiao Nian said that the small aircraft flying above their heads had been filled with fuel, but now they were even more unwilling to stay.

"Go." Someone said so.

Others have no psychological pressure.

"go!"

"I agree too."

"Go first."

Most people choose to go, even if there are some who hesitate, it becomes less important.

Qiao Nian winked at Ye Wangchuan, and said in a low voice, "Let them go."