Lan Xiao sneered and said,"tell your B * stards to put down their metal rods. Otherwise, don't blame me for shaking my hands and taking your life."
When had the bald man ever seen such a fierce little girl?
Tiger sneered and slightly lifted his chin, exposing his bald head to the audience.
"Baldy, do you see this scar on my neck? At that time, miss LAN had stabbed me in the throat. I thought I was dead. Fortunately, miss LAN let me go. Otherwise, even if I don't die now, I'll be sent to jail."
The bald man looked at the horrifying scar on Tiger's neck and trembled in fear. He felt a pain in his neck and immediately started wailing.
"LAN Jiejie, miss LAN Jiejie, don't be rash. I'll make them put down their weapons and surrender. Please don't kill me."
This kind of person was simply a paper tiger. He was afraid of death and loved to indulge in debauchery and extreme enjoyment.
