The young man glared at Qu Tan'er, laughing coldly, "You're not afraid of death? What an impressive woman. But a woman is just a woman, why so daring? A woman should lie in bed and let a man do the work, got it?!"
"You're quite amusing, better not let your mom hear that," Qu Tan'er smiled faintly, her smile carrying a hint of strangeness.
Sarcasm, enough to be caustic!
The young man raised his gun again, ready to fire—but ultimately, he did not pull the trigger, instead said, "Cheap whore, just you wait. Not killing you for now, once I catch your other companion, I'll bring you both to the memorial hall and slowly carve you alive—"
Qu Tan'er's face darkened.
However, she did not act rashly, nor did she impulsively retort.
