Xiao Qiao quickly jumped into the car, grabbed Wesley's rifle, loaded it, aimed, and fired. The Boxing King, who happened to poke his head out, was shot in the shoulder by Xiao Qiao and screamed loudly.
Xiao Qiao put down the gun. Wesley asked, "Where did you learn marksmanship?"
"None of your business," Xiao Qiao replied.
Wesley said, "The Red Lion recruits mercenaries, but they need a clean background. Yours isn't exactly spotless."
"You're the ones begging to recruit me, or was it me begging you to take me in?" Xiao Qiao propped her chin with one hand, smiling brightly at him, "Wesley, how long have you been with me?"
"I told you, Doug wants to recruit you and won't give up until he succeeds."
"So, are you willing to give yourself to me?" A meaningful smile flashed in Xiao Qiao's eyes.
Wesley didn't respond.
