Li Qiao took the man's phone and casually put it in her coat pocket.
In the pitch-black night, the man cautiously watched her movements, fearing that a single misfire could end his life.
At that moment, Li Qiao nudged him with the barrel of the gun, signaling him to back off.
The man did as instructed, but his eyes grew more ferocious, staring at Li Qiao with venomous intent, "You'll definitely regret this."
Such a lot of nonsense!
Li Qiao looked at him with a nonchalant gaze and coolly tucked the Desert Eagle into the back of her waistband. As she turned around, her hand moved swiftly, and the sharp dagger plunged into the man's thigh.
"Ugh..."
The man let out a low moan and collapsed onto the hood of the off-road vehicle.
Propping himself up, his face twisted in agony, he wished he could tear Li Qiao to pieces for the pain she had inflicted.
The dagger penetrated three inches into his flesh, bleeding profusely, but it was not fatal.
