Bigshot Mr. Fu's Wife is Sweet and Wild - Chapter 159
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Chapter 159: A Man with a Gentle Face Is the Most Ruthless
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
As the bottle exploded…
The air seemed to be silent for a second, followed by a scream.
F*ck, they had encountered the scene of a gun attack. Some people fled, while some smarter people squatted down on the spot.
D*mn it, they just wanted a drink. There was no need for it to be so exciting!
Could they return alive today?
Qin Jianxi narrowed her eyes as she looked in the direction where the bullet flew.
That seat was already empty.
The person who shot the gun installed a silencer.
How interesting.
She retracted her gaze and looked down at the man on the ground.
The man quickly waved his hand and said, “No, he’s not with us. We are only inviting you, we have no orders to kill you.”
Just from what she had done, he deeply understood that they were not on the same level.
Qin Jianxi could tell that they weren’t from the same group.
The assassin’s skill was a little stronger than the one on the ground. That person was here for her life, or perhaps it could be said that… He was probing.
If she couldn’t dodge, he would die. If she could dodge it… Qin Jianxi’s lips curled into a cold smile.
They would probably come back again.
She turned around and sat back on the high chair.
“You there, please call the police,” she said to the bartender.
There was still fear in the bartender’s eyes as he replied, “Alright.”
His hand that was holding the phone to dial was a little shaky… “Hello, is this the police… I’m at Dark…There’s been a gunshot attempted murder in the Dark
Night Bar…”
The person on the ground wanted to get up and escape.
Qin Jianxi didn’t even turn her head and said coldly, “Don’t run, because I’ll be very angry.”
When the man on the ground heard her tone, for some reason, he was so afraid that his back went cold and he did not dare to move at all.
He felt that it was impossible for him to escape…
Fu Ge was a little restless in the private room and was about to stand up to look for Qin Jianxi.
At this moment, the door of the private room was forcefully opened and a waiter ran in. His face was pale. “Young-Young Master Fu, the person you brought is at the bar counter… There was a shooting…”
Before he could finish, Fu Ge and the other two’s expressions changed drastically. By the time Lin Hengxi and Ji Luo regained their senses, Fu Ge had already rushed out of the private room.
“Let’s go and take a look.” Lin Hengxi ran out as well.
Please don’t let anything happen! Otherwise … He couldn’t imagine if Fu Ge would go crazy.
Ji Luo and Murong Jiu didn’t waste any more time.
When the three of them rushed out one after the other, they realized that… The girl whom they thought was in trouble was sitting there drinking.
Lin Hengxi and the other two were speechless.
Fu Ge walked over and pulled Qin Jianxi up. He asked, “Are you okay?”
Qin Jianxi glanced at him and replied, “I was scared out of my wits just now. I am drinking to calm myself down.”
The people who were still squatting there did not react and stood up…
‘Sister, you have the nerve to say that?’
They were the ones who were scared!
“Then drink more.” Fu Ge said gently to her, “Sit down and drink. I have something to deal with.” Qin Jianxi glanced at him and replied, “Okay.”
She sat down again.
Fu Ge turned to look at the man who was still lying on the ground. His eyes had already seen the disassembled gun. His pupils were black and his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re disturbing my girlfriend’s mood to drink. If you can’t hold this thing in the future, everyone will be safe.”
He squatted down and raised his hand. The man’s wails sounded.
Fu Ge broke the man’s fingers one by one.
None of the ten fingers were intact.
Everyone was speechless.
Why haven’t they escaped yet? Why did they have to see such a cruel scene?
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