Speaking of which, Qiao Xiaren couldn't help but feel a bit curious, looking at the man with the delicate profile by her side, she half-jokingly said: "You are a soldier. Seeing me publicly beating someone like this, don't you feel disgusted? If you think I am capable of murder, shouldn't you be pulling out your gun at me now?"
"I also kill, but only those who deserve to die. If we show mercy to enemy soldiers, S Country would have been divided long ago. Now, I am even more curious, why do you believe that this man named Ye Mohan will definitely not have a good ending?"
I also kill...
She looked at him with strange eyes, for a long time.
That day.
The night was dizzying.
He sat in semi-darkness, his silhouette casting a faint shadow, his side profile looked so delicate.
Calm, elegant, noble, and mysterious.
Qiao Xiaren curled her lips slightly and glanced at him again with a light chuckle: "Do you want to know?"
"Hmm."