Qi Taiguo saw the look in Chiang Qing's eyes, his pupils deepened, half of his face turned dark, and his hand hanging at his side clenched. His lips pressed into a line, staring at her coldly.
His thoughts, Chiang Qing knew, the more she smiled on the surface, the more desolate her heart felt.
If he could, he wouldn't save her!
He saved her simply because of the military uniform.
"Tie up all those not dead and send them to the police." Qi Taiguo moved his gaze away and barked coldly.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, a sharp glint flashed by.
Not good!
Bang!
"Ah ah!" Chiang Qing screamed.
In her hand, a sharp dagger was already embedded, while the assailant, a separatist, was half-leaning on her leg, a bullet hole piercing through his head, already dead.
Qi Taiguo rushed over, holding a pistol, kicked the separatist with his foot to ensure he was completely dead, then pulled him away and looked at Chiang Qing.
