Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

2024-01-31 Author: Brother Ling

Dowell came back to his senses and looked again. He could not see the figure of the waitress. Na Na replied: "Aunt Lan doesn't hate Asians the most. I just saw that the waitress has a pair of black eyes. He has black hair and looks like an Asian."

"It turned out to be a waiter." Garcia looked back indifferently: "You must have seen it wrong!"

"I saw it with my own eyes!"

Dowell said anxiously: "Besides..." Some people will mistake her appearance. Even if he doesn't like Asian beauties, he has to admit that she is a high-end beauty.

Garcia waved his hand to prevent him from finishing: "You drank too much."

Dowell put down his wine glass angrily and walked to the bathroom: "I'm too lazy to tell you!"

When he walked to the bathroom, he unexpectedly saw the waiter who had disappeared before. Dowell remembered that his friend had said that he had drunk too much, so he quickened his pace to catch up.

I don't know if it was his imagination.

He felt that the other person was walking slower and slower, as if waiting for him to catch up. Dowell didn't think too much and patted the other person on the shoulder from behind.

"Hey, turn around and follow me to meet my friends."

Qiao Nian also turned around at this moment, his eyes reflected in an inkstone, like the calm surface of a deep lake that made people want to find out.

"you call me?"

Before he could recover, he saw the opponent's palm turning into a blade and slashing at his neck. Dowell's eyes were spinning, and he fainted before he had time to react.

Qiao Nian held him up with one hand and dragged him skillfully into the men's room. He raised his legs and kicked open the innermost single room door, dragging him in.

She placed the man on the toilet seat, went out to get a basin of cold water, walked in, and poured it directly on the face of the unconscious man.

"Crash-"

The cold winter water slapped the man's face like ice cubes, and the originally unconscious man suddenly woke up due to the strong stimulation from the outside world.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the eye-catching face of the Asian waitress.

"Holy shit." Dowell immediately remembered what happened before he fell unconscious, suddenly ejected, waved his hand and attacked the girl's face.

He remembered.

The woman attacked him.

But Dowell is fast, and Qiao Nian is faster than him.

A small knife was pressed against the main artery on the side of his neck. Wherever the blade touched, it beat the frost and snow. The cold touch against his skin was like a death scythe, full of intimidation.

Dowell's hair suddenly stood up, he raised his hands in a gesture of weakness, he didn't dare to move any more, and his mouth became polite.

"Beauty."

"beauty."

"Don't mess around."

"I won't move. I promise I won't move."

He was sober from being tipsy. The hair on my back exploded with cold sweat dripping down my face. I carefully discussed with the other party: "Beauty, you must have something else to say to me. Can you please put the knife away first?"

"..."

Instead, Qiao Nian pressed the blade of the knife inward a little, cutting the skin of his neck, and bright blood beads emerged from the wound. Dowell's lips turned pale in fright, and he couldn't even utter a witticism.

When Qiao Nian saw him shut up, he took out a chewing gum bottle from his body and threw it over.

"Pour one in and eat it."

"..."

Dowell's hand trembled and he almost missed catching the bottle she threw. He opened the lid with a trembling hand and poured out a small black pill.

His face was earth-colored, and he held the pill as if he was about to eat a fly: "What, what is this?"

Qiao Nian answered him seriously: "Poison."

Dowell: "..." No, is it so direct?