Nie Yixiao chuckled: "I thought you were so mighty, hiding behind your brother's subordinate and still blowing your trumpet to the skies."
"Sounds like you've also had your fair share of experiences, tell me something impressive." Qiao Yongyong shook his arm but didn't forget to avoid his injured hand.
He was annoyed by her persistence, and he didn't know why, after escaping a fire covered in ashes and in such an embarrassing state, he still ended up coldly staring at her and began to speak:
"Once, I led a few subordinates to chase an international gang. We were left with only a little over thirty bullets and two bullet-proof vests to share, fighting against the enemy for two days. In the end, I personally captured their gang leader. Let me think, that boss should still be in an American prison, probably in his sixth year of incarceration."
Qiao Yongyong's face showed a slight awkwardness; of course, she could hear the irony in his words.
