Johansson suddenly thought of something. He took out A. 38 pistol from the storage compartment and pointed it at Han Jing Jing's forehead.""You raised bitch! You dare to attack me? You're dead today! I'm telling you, you're definitely going to die today!"
Han Jingjing looked at the black muzzle indifferently. A primordial spirit was not afraid of the bullets of this pistol. Even if it was not a primordial spirit, han Jingjing's strength was enough to easily take down the pistol at this distance, so there was nothing to worry about.
Johansson gritted his teeth and said,""Stinky B * tch, take off all your clothes. I'll get some compensation from you first, then I'll deal with you!"
Although the pain from the fracture on his left wrist made Johansson break out in cold sweat, he would not give up until he had done han Jingjing a few times.
Han Jingjing snorted, as if she was mocking Johansson's words. Then, she reached out again and grabbed his right wrist.
