When he saw Gu Qi, Frank couldn't help but see Hughes behind Gu Qi.
How could this brown-haired young man who impressed him so much at first sight be so groveling to such a fragile and incompetent Chinese girl?
"For this show, we are all in contact with local brokerage companies in China. Those two should also be Chinese artists..." the assistant reminded from the side.
Frank raised his eyebrows and let out an arrogant laugh.
"It's not surprising. After all, Chinese people have a strong sense of inferiority regarding their own appearance and figure. They like tall foreigners with blonde hair and blue eyes. They are the kind of people who have very little national self-confidence, ah...
I remember they also had an adjective for this behavior..."
Frank said in broken Chinese: "Advocate for foreigners?"
"Hahaha."
"With their excellent appearance, they should be very popular in China, right?"
"That's for sure. Their status must be very high. I'm afraid other artists in China will have to be very careful with them, otherwise they will easily be criticized by their fans!"
Just when Frank was talking eloquently and engraved racial discrimination in his bones, Michelle and Anderson had quickly arrived at Gu Qi's side.
As professional killers, Michelle and the others have their own code of conduct and are cruel and ruthless to their targets, but they obey their superiors unconditionally. Just like when Ji Tianyu asked them to kill, they never asked anything about the target.
information.
Who the target is and what they have done has no meaning to them. They just need to end the other person's life.
A good killer doesn't need curiosity.
And now, their superior is Gu Qi.
As soon as the two came over, Hughes vaguely mentioned what had just happened. Michelle and Anderson immediately understood it and were ready to attack the director.
Gu Qi: "..."
"Come back here!"
Michelle thought that Gu Qi was worried that her actions would be noticed by others and affect her career, so she deliberately lowered her voice and whispered in Gu Qi's ear:
"Within three minutes, we can kill everyone here. No one will survive until the fourth minute, and no one will tell anyone about what happened today."
Anderson: "If you are afraid of soiling your clothes, you can ask Hughes to take you there to rest first. Although there are more than 20 of these people, they are all targets with very low force value. We can easily
Break the neck, of course if you hadn't taken my pistol and dagger off me in the morning, I think it could have been faster."
Hughes: "I won't let a drop of blood get on your clothes."
The corners of Gu Qi's mouth twitched slightly, and it was only at this moment that she realized how cute Qin Sheng was.
Not only is he good-looking, he also has a normal brain.
These three are obviously not in their right mind!
There is absolutely no common sense among normal people.
"Why did you kill him?"
The three of them acted as a matter of course.
"He insulted you."
Gu Qi: "I am an artist. If for this reason, tens of thousands of people line up to scold me online every day, how can you still kill me?"
Michelle, you three look at me and I look at you.
"If you have their address, sure!"
Gu Qi felt that the brains of these three people might have been out of touch with normal people for too long, and it would take some time to get them to adapt to normal people's thinking.