Xiao Qiao left reluctantly.
As she reached the doorway, she remembered something, "Why should I sneak around to get in?"
"Xiao Qiao?" Lu Xiaojiu's gentle voice dramatically rose, "Pull back, retreat!"
Xiao Qiao brushed off the dust from her body and raised a smile full of pride, beauty, and dominance, her aura commanding and enchanting, her charisma exploding as she suddenly pushed open the door of the passageway. As soon as she opened the door, she saw two guns ominously pointed at her.
Lu Xiaojiu rubbed his temples with a headache and sprang to the sniper rifle, "Lure them to the south."
The deed was done, unstoppable, only solvable by luring them under the muzzle of her gun, where there still lay a glimmer of hope.
