Murong Qian didn't ask why he didn't go down by himself. Ladies' priority in this dangerous game has no meaning. On the contrary, only when people use their talents can the two of them live better. Just like what Tang Yuyao asked just now, Murong Qian compared
Tang Yuyao is better at using guns. With so many people on the other side, just relying on Tang Yuyao to fight will never solve any problem. On the contrary, if there is a gunman secretly threatening the whole audience at all times, it will have a better effect.
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"Be careful yourself."
Murong Qian looked at Tang Yuyao and whispered.
Tang Yuyao smiled, waved his hand to Murong Qian, and said, "Don't worry about me. If it's one-on-one, I can probably count the number of people in Fucheng who can deal with me on one hand."
Murong Qian also smiled and said: "As long as I have a gun, I can kill you without being able to shoot you."
"Why don't you say something nice? It's really unlucky. Bah, bah, bah, little girl, there's nothing taboo about what you say."
The smile on Murong Qian's face became even bigger. She stared at Tang Yuyao and asked, "Why, in your eyes, I am just a little girl?"
Tang Yuyao turned his head hurriedly, not daring to continue arguing with Murong Qian. Instead, he walked to the door and quietly opened it. Then he turned to look at Murong Qian and said, "Be careful too."
Murong Qian's expression became serious and she said to Tang Yuyao: "Everyone is the same."
The two of them nodded at the same time, and then Tang Yuyao quietly closed the door and left without moving like a civet cat.
Murong Qian began to sort out the firearms at her feet. She carefully checked every rifle and pistol at her feet, and pulled out the magazines one by one to check the number of bullets. Then she closed the magazines again and compared them in front of her eyes.
Then he put it down to check the other firearm. This was repeated many times. Suddenly, Xiao Xiao's voice came from the communicator again: "I'm glad you can make a decision so quickly. What should I call you? Chairman Tang, or
Boss Tang?"
Murong Qian's body froze, and then he stood up slowly. He ignored the communicator, but picked up a rifle and a pistol at his feet, and left the room and disappeared amidst the sound coming from the communicator.
"Just call me Xiao Tang."
Tang Yuyao looked at the young man in front of him. It seemed that Xiao was less than thirty years old. His face was different from that of the people in the south. He had very deep contours and looked like he was cutting with a knife and an axe. He had a kind of
He has a natural sense of toughness and a face like this coupled with an equally strong body. Although he is not a handsome boy, in the eyes of those girls, the word "man" is absolutely inescapable.
Xiao Xiao smiled slightly, looked at Tang Yuyao who was standing on the stairs and was not in a hurry to come down, opened his hands and said: "Look, I have no weapons, and if possible, I would rather use my hands to deal with my opponents than cold firearms.
, in my opinion, using a gun to kill your opponent has no sense of art at all."
Tang Yuyao whispered: "I'm not interested in your so-called artistic sense. If you want me to appear, then tell me your purpose, and then we can talk about how to achieve your purpose."
Xiao Xiao smiled again and said: "It's just as I imagined. Although I felt very sorry that I didn't see Mr. Tang last time due to various reasons, but now that I have seen him, it's not too late. Well, we are all
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