Li Qiao took the man’s phone and casually put it in her coat pocket.
In the pitch-black night, the man cautiously watched her movements, fearing that a single misfire could end his life.
At that moment, Li Qiao nudged him with the barrel of the gun, signaling him to back off.
The man did as instructed, but his eyes grew more ferocious, staring at Li Qiao with venomous intent, "You’ll definitely regret this."
Such a lot of nonsense!
Li Qiao looked at him with a nonchalant gaze and coolly tucked the Desert Eagle into the back of her waistband. As she turned around, her hand moved swiftly, and the sharp dagger plunged into the man’s thigh.
The man let out a low moan and collapsed onto the hood of the off-road vehicle.
Propping himself up, his face twisted in agony, he wished he could tear Li Qiao to pieces for the pain she had inflicted.
The dagger penetrated three inches into his flesh, bleeding profusely, but it was not fatal.
Li Qiao raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, and pulled out the dagger. She flicked off the blood with distaste and smiled gently, "See you."
Stabbed his thigh and just walked away?
He thought he was a goner tonight.
Heh, she really was a thoughtless young girl. He would make sure she regretted her actions today.
Li Qiao left without looking back. When she got back to the car, Luoyu was staring at her unblinkingly, as if she was a stranger.
Then, Li Qiao tossed the dagger carelessly into Luoyu’s lap without looking at her and called the godfather, the chief of the South Sea Police Station.
After everything was settled, Li Qiao started the engine and looked at the pitiful figure limping across the road, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
She turned the car around and slowly drove up beside the man, then rolled down the window to warn him, "If you don’t want to die from excessive blood loss, I suggest you stand still."
The man’s steps, which had been moving steadily forward, came to an abrupt halt.
He looked down at his left leg; the black fabric was soaked through with blood, leaving bloodstained footprints on the ground.
Seeing that she had startled him, Li Qiao chuckled, raised the window, and drove away from the riverside road.
At this time, since those three black sedans had left and the roadblock was removed, although only Luoyu’s off-road vehicle was left behind, it did not hinder traffic.
The vehicles that had been blocked behind could finally drive around, and in Duan Yixuan’s big uncle’s Lexus, sitting in the back seat, Duan Yixuan pointed at the not-so-clear video on the phone screen and muttered, "This person is Li Qiao, right?"
On a late night, a brawl had suddenly erupted on the riverside road, and those cars that were stuck behind and couldn’t leave had almost all witnessed the entire event.
The fight was terrifying; they even used knives.
At that moment, Duan Yuanhong, with a tense expression, clutched the steering wheel and said to Duan Yixuan, "Xuanxuan, don’t talk nonsense, delete the video right away."
Duan Yixuan didn’t respond, but held the phone and fell into deep thought.
If the person fighting was indeed Li Qiao, could she be reported for disturbing public order?
On the other side, twenty minutes later, Li Qiao arrived at Renhe Laboratory by car. She looked at Luoyu, who was pale-faced, "Get out."
It was already eight o’clock in the evening, but many of the windows in the laboratory building were still lit.
Li Qiao led Luoyu straight to the second-to-last research room in the hallway. She turned on the light and gestured toward the research station on the right with a nod of her chin, "Sit, wait for me a moment."