Chapter 4243 Take the Initiative to Report to Your Home

The man's legs were weak with the muzzle of the gun pressed against his head, and he seemed to be about to collapse on the ground.

Qiao Nian gently moved the muzzle of the gun forward; "Stand still."

The 180-meter tall man swallowed his saliva, pinched his fingers and relied on the stinging pain to force himself to stay calm, lest he offend Qiao Nian.

Qiao Nian looked at them again.

"Is it fun for you to ask?"

"..."

Who among the three dares to speak?

The three of them stood there stiffly, with their necks straightened, and all the cells in their bodies screamed regret and wanting to leave.

Sunday was the one who took the lead in provoking.

Even if she feels extremely regretful and just wants to go away, she still has to force herself out and put on an embarrassing smile: "Sister, sister, don't be angry."

Qiao Nian held the gun in his left hand, and took out the silver knife from his pocket with his right hand. The sharp blade slid against the strong man's cheek.

The muscles on the strong man's face trembled with fear.

"Beautiful, beautiful."

Sunday waved his hands repeatedly: "Sister, don't be angry, don't be angry!"

Qiao Nian gestured up and down with the blade, and took the time to answer them casually: "I think it's quite fun."

She asked back: "Don't you think it's fun?"

How dare the three of them talk on Sunday?

Especially the arrogant and domineering strong man almost fainted when he saw this.

But Qiao Nian had just warned him not to move, and he didn't dare to move at all. He was afraid that if he moved, the other party would regard him as a provocation and shoot him directly in the head.

"Sunday..."

He was brought here by Sunday, and this change happened.

Strong men can only find Sunday.

The expressions on the woman's face change in a wonderful way.

She thought about it for about a minute, then figured it out, gritted her teeth, stood up, and said proactively: "Sister, it's my fault. How about this, I apologize to you, and you let my friend go first."

Sunday felt that it was extremely shameful and humiliating for him to bow to a yellow man.

She had no choice but to do this.

"Sorry." She lowered her head in embarrassment and apologized: "It's my fault."

Not sorry.

But sorry.

The former is an apology under an equal relationship.

The latter is more like a step that the superior has to find.

Qiao Nian half-squinted his eyes and suddenly raised his arms. The strong man screamed in fright and closed his eyes tightly, thinking that he was going to die.

Just heard a gunshot.

The bullet made a hole less than 10 centimeters near the woman's feet. Dust was flying on the ground, and the person standing there had long turned pale with fear.

Qiao Nian blew the white smoke from the gun and said casually in a lazy tone, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

"..."

Now Sunday didn't dare to speak.

The three of them finally figured it out.

People don’t take soft and hard advice!

But why is an Oriental so arrogant in the Independent Continent?

Doubts were swirling in the hearts of the three of them. The situation in front of them did not allow them to think too much, and their faces were extremely ugly.

At this time, a car slowly pulled over and stopped on the road.

The passenger window rolled down.

Moxi put his arm on it and turned around to see: "Qiao..."

He immediately noticed the situation on the sidewalk, quickly unbuckled his seat belt and walked down, striding to Qiao Nian's side.

He glanced at the three of them.

Then he turned his attention to the girl before she could speak.

Sunday recognized him at a glance: "Mr. Mo!"

Moxi turned around and saw a gorgeously dressed woman not far away who was very excited to see him and kept waving to him.

He also pointed to his nose.

"It's me, I'm Sunday!"

"?"

"I met you at father's dinner before and I toasted you. Have you forgotten?" She saw that Moxi obviously didn't remember who she was.