Luo Weiwei thought she was a goner, but strangely, she wasn't dead at all.
When she opened her eyes, she found that the gun in Zhu Fang's hand had disappeared.
Not far from her, a woman appeared.
About twenty-two or twenty-three years old, tall and well-proportioned, with healthy skin and a stunning face.
At a glance, her figure was even better than that of a professional model. The biggest pity was her flat chest, which seemed underdeveloped, a stark contrast to her own deadly weapon, it was like the two were extremes.
The woman held a gun, pointing it at Zhu Fang with a mocking smile on her face.
Suddenly, she put away the gun and walked towards Zhu Fang.
"Is it you?" Zhu Fang exclaimed, shocked.
They had met before at Dragon Group.
At that time, the Dragon Group was recruiting new members, and Phoenix defied Long Zaitian on the spot, her haughty and unruly nature making a deep impression on many new recruits.
That's when Zhu Fang had seen her.
