"You want to deal with Lan Jin, don't you? Just give it to me now, and I'll help you take her down tomorrow,"
As Lan Jiaojiao was about to lose herself to passion, a bit of reason returned, and she hurriedly asked, "How are you planning to deal with her?"
"Isn't there someone else with a hunting rifle? I'll steal a rifle and then help you kill her. How about that? My own rifle's out of bullets anyway, so nobody will suspect me."
Yan Xiaobo was purely deceiving her—he wouldn't be so foolish as to actually go and kill someone.
Upon hearing that Lan Jin could be killed, Lan Jiaojiao became instantly excited, but she still harbored doubts and caution, "Really? You can actually kill her? You're not lying to me, are you?"
"I swear, as long as you give me what I want, I will definitely help you kill her. Even if I can't kill her now, I'll still be able to do it when we get back," he promised.
Unnoticed, a little creature was slowly approaching, dragging away their clothes one by one.
