"Jiang Yan, don't throw away your face like that!" At the end of the conference table, a burly man stood up, pulling out a handgun and aiming it straight at Jiang Yan's forehead:
"Miss, Elder Mo and the chief spoke to you kindly because they respect you!"
"Mom, can I kill him?" Hua Bao was so angry its teeth were 'clack clacking' with blood-red sharpness.
If not for Jiang Yan's prior instructions not to act without her command, it would have lashed out with a vine already.
"Yu Zhonghua, stop messing around!" Elder Mo shouted, scolding the burly man.
Yu Zhonghua let out a cold laugh, "Elder Mo, you're all too softhearted toward women. With her, why waste words? Just disable one of her arms first—"
"Pfft!" A faint whizzing noise came from Jiang Yan's pocket.
"You little—" Yu Zhonghua cried out, then suddenly his eyes bulged, his lips parted, and he instinctively touched his neck where it stung.
The man next to him was stunned, "Old Yu, what's wrong?"