Qiao Nian immediately recognized his fearlessness, only found in mercenaries. His eyes were also as fierce as a wolf's.
Where did the mercenaries from the independent continent come from?
The other party continued to blabber. There was no need to look to know that he was cursing.
Qiao Nian had never indulged anyone. She slapped the man, causing blood to seep out of the corner of his mouth. Only then did he hear her scold calmly and impatiently, "Shut up."
He had disturbed her.
The brown-skinned mercenary's ears were buzzing. He was stunned for a few seconds before he began to struggle with all his might. "Let… Let go of me!"
This time, he mumbled something that Qiao Nian could understand.
The girl lowered her eyes and pressed his face against the ground before unhurriedly asking, "Who sent you?"
"I'm telling you… to let go! B*tch!" The man had yet to realize the danger and was still struggling fiercely.
