"Coward."
The door was locked. The underling took out a key and opened the door. He saw that the beauty was still tied up and sitting in the corner. Her head was drooping as if she had not woken up.
see, I told you all that you were just worrying for nothing. You're still unconscious.
"Then where did that sound come from?"
who cares? maybe some stray cat or dog has touched something.
The two of them walked in front of Wen Qiao. The slightly chubby one squatted down, almost drooling. "Brother, you really don't want to have some fun? Look at her, she's unconscious anyway, so let's end this quickly. She doesn't know anything, boss doesn't know anything, and Mr. He doesn't know either. We won't even meet someone like her in 800 lifetimes."
I'm not going. If you want to go, you go. I'll keep a lookout for you.
As fatty spoke, he started to touch Wen Qiao's face. "Mother, it's too slippery, it's really slippery."
All of a sudden, Wen Qiao opened her eyes. Her gaze was sharp and filled with killing intent. She grabbed the Fatty's hand that was fumbling around and twisted it with force. Just as the fatty was about to open his mouth and shout, Wen Qiao picked up a piece of wood from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.
Fatty couldn't shout it out.
The other knife-scarred man was so frightened that he was stunned. Wen Qiao leaped into the air and struck the back of his neck with her hand. The knife-scarred man fainted very quickly.
Fatty was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat.
Wen Qiao's hand seemed to have magic as she pulled out a knife from the waist of his pants and pressed the tip of the knife against the Fatty's neck.
Fatty was still biting on a piece of wood, and he was trembling in fear.
"Tell me, how do you want to feel good?" Wen Qiao's voice was like a ghost's, causing Fatty's scalp to go numb and his legs to go soft from fear. He only dared to whimper softly.
He just couldn't understand how she managed to break free from the ropes without anyone's help.
Wen Qiao gritted her teeth. how dare you use anesthetics on me?! You must be tired of living!
Fatty's head shook like a rattle-drum.
"If you dare to shout, you'll immediately become a dead man, do you understand?" Wen Qiao said in a deep voice.
With that, the knife went even deeper, and blood seeped out of Fatty's neck.
Wen Qiao reached out to remove the piece of wood from his mouth. Fatty said softly, " I'm not shouting. Please spare me, beautiful.
"Who are you?" Wen Qiao asked indifferently.
Fatty was sweating profusely.
Wen Qiao's knife deepened and her voice was emotionless. if you go any lower, you'll reach your artery. Even God can't save you. If you want to think about it, then take your time.
"Don't, don't, don't, Zhenzhen, I'll talk, I'll talk. Our boss is called Zhenzhen, Ling ning."
Wen Qiao raised her hand and with a chop of her hand, the fatty fainted as well.
As expected, it was Ling ning.
This woman had actually knocked her out with anesthesia and kidnapped her.
Speaking of which, he xihuai was the one who made things difficult for her. If he xihuai hadn't chosen her as the successor, Ling ning wouldn't have made things difficult for her.
She, Wen Qiao, wasn't interested in the five-pointed star at all. Back then, he xihuai had fought for the organization from her uncle. Why was he so happy to hand over the position to her now?
Didn't he fight for loneliness back then?
She didn't have much time to think about it now. She put away the knife and went out. It was a very old warehouse with two floors. The stairs were filled with oil cans and some chemical cement bags on both sides. The air was filled with the pungent smell of chemical pigments.
The light was dim, but he could vaguely see lights and laughter downstairs.
Wen Qiao walked down the metal stairs.