Qingshui Yebing raised her eyebrows, and her rosy lips spit out a few cold words: "Who is it!" Who is so bold that she dares to stop her bullets!

At the same time, Qingshui Yebing was also wondering who could send this bullet that could kill Gan Yunshan?

A faint murderous aura emanated from his silver pupils. Qiao Xuanyi, who was beside him, knew that Qingshui Yebing was angry!

"Haha, this is also an interesting little guy!" In a dark corner of the banquet hall, a male voice sounded, with magnetic, playful and slight vicissitudes.

"Who are you!" Qingshui Yebing narrowed her eyes slightly and looked into the corner, "Don't ruin my good things!"

"Little guy, aren't you here just for my stuff? Now I'm asking who I am?" The man laughed again, and a rather joking voice appeared again.

"Asmeel!" Qingshui Yebing was shocked, and the name was blurted out.

At this moment, the dark corner suddenly lit up, and the person sitting there appeared clearly in front of everyone.

A white-haired old man was sitting there holding a cup of blue Margaret. Behind him was a group of men in black. The old man's eyes were full of jokes and playfulness. There was a black pistol on the table. Obviously, the shot just now was shot by the old man.

I think he is the only one who can stop the bullets from Qing - the godfather of the Italian underworld, Asmele!

Asmele looked at Qingshui Yebing, and the appreciation in his eyes was self-evident.

He likes such a brave, powerful and arrogant girl!

Just as he was watching Qingshui Yebing, Qingshui Yebing was also looking at him.

Although Asmele is already in his sixties, his eyes are inexplicably terrifying. The eagle-like eyes are full of sharpness and majesty, which is self-evident. With his skills just now, it is easy to kill himself!

But she couldn't understand his eyes!

In the sharpness, it is so deep and so hard to figure it out. That feeling is like a giant python wandering around you. No one knows whether to surrender or kill or torture, and there is no feeling, as terrible as the calm before death.

Qingshui Yebing raised her eyelids and stretched out her right hand that was inserted into her pocket when Asmele appeared. A silver pistol was held in her hand. On the handle of the gun, a bloody mandala bloomed proudly. The petals were not very similar. The shapes of the flowers were not very similar. However, the faint blood that permeated people's noses could be seen that this flower was stained red with blood!

Asmeel raised his eyebrows and did not speak, but just stared at Qingshui Yebing quietly.

"What do you want to do!" Qingshui Yebing looked at Asmele lightly and spoke coldly.

"No one can escape the Bloody Flower alive, Mr. Asmele, please explain your intentions, otherwise the Bloody Flower's bullet will leave the most beautiful traces on you."

Qiao Xuanyi smiled and said to Asmeel, but scared the people around him to death.

The bloody flower followed Qing to travel through mission strongholds. The bloody mandala was the masterpiece of Qing. This bloody flower was splattered by the blood of the leader of the world's No. gangster.

With the killing of that gang leader, Qing became famous and Yixue became the world's number one gang in one fell swoop, and the Bloody Flower was named.

Legend has it that all the bullets of the Bloody Flower are carved with mandala patterns. Legend has it that the bullets of the Bloody Flower are spiritual. As long as they are fired, the target will undoubtedly die. The bullets of the Bloody Flower will accurately shoot into his pipa bones, and the blood will be rendered into a beautiful mandala flower, bloody and beautiful.
Chapter completed!