She walked up slowly and kicked the man with the tip of her high heels, but there was no reaction!
Dadada...
The sound of heels hitting the ground was heard again, as if they were walking towards the top floor.
The man dropped the water bottle in his hand with a clanging sound and cursed inwardly: "Waste!"
The sound paused for a moment, but sounded again after 5 seconds.
The man carefully picked up the iron rod from the corner and stood cautiously at the stairs.
The sound was getting closer and the atmosphere was getting tense. The man stood behind the wall and raised his stick.
A faint scent of perfume wafted over, it was very pleasant. She stopped at the corner and seemed to be hesitating.
"Ah~" is a woman's sigh, the sound is very pleasant.
But the man didn't dare to relax at all.
"Your breathing is so loud, can't you hear me?"
The woman's voice traveled behind the wall and into the man's ears. Her voice was lazy, as if she felt the man posed no threat.
The next second after the man swung the iron rod, Zhu Lingling appeared like a ghost, grabbed the iron rod with one hand, and kicked the man directly on the knee.
The man cried out in pain and let go of the iron rod. The next second, Jiang Xing grabbed his hair and slammed him against the wall, and he fainted.
Lan Xi glanced at the man and walked to the iron gate leading to the rooftop. Zhu Lingling had already opened the door.
The floor was not high, but the wind still blew.
Lan Xi curled her hair with one hand and searched for a hairpin in her pocket with the other. Her coat was blown up by the wind, and her long chestnut hair flew around unruly.
Her entrance made the kidnapper not far away stand there in silence, perhaps because he did not expect that a woman who was so weak as to not even tie a chicken could dare to walk in so openly.
Jiang Xing followed behind and curled his lips speechlessly at Lan Xi's exaggerated and showy behavior.
Lan Xi stopped walking, put her hands in her pockets, looked at the little angel who was drugged and tied to the chair, and then glanced at the men standing around, and the corners of her mouth rose:
"Don't you kidnappers wear masks or something?"
A white man stood up from the cushion behind the little angel. He opened his mouth and said with a non-standard accent: "Who are you?"
Lan Xi raised an eyebrow, a little surprised: "Oh, not bad! But... it doesn't sound good!"
The man clearly understood what Lan Xi was saying and realized she was teasing him about his accent. He asked gloomily, "Who are you?"
Lan Xi pointed at the little angel:
"Is this hard to understand? I don't know you, so you must be here to rescue someone!"
The man was very tall, looking nearly two meters tall. He looked at Lan Xi's still thin figure in the coat, and his guard dropped.
"Go back! We're not kidnapping, we're delivering the goods."
Behind the man stood five people with the same skin color as him. They were not as tall as him, but looked very strong.
The rest were locals, some gangsters, and their eyes were much more vulgar in comparison.
Lan Xi slowly swayed forward, smiling and shaking her head:
"I've been very interested in her recently. How much did the customer you delivered the goods to pay? I think we can negotiate!"
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