Chapter 906
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When Little Lolita heard that, she started sobbing as she wiped her tears. "Master, Jiao Jiao is dying and can't be by your side anymore. Without me by your side in the future, you must eat well and sleep well..."
The corners of Ye Wanwan's mouth twitched like she was on the verge of collapsing. Isn't this a line from that melodramatic palace drama?
The mercenary behind Little Lolita scanned those people and still felt that they looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before...
Although they looked familiar, he didn't think too much about it. Completing the mission was more important.
The mercenary saw that Little Lolita seemed to have the best relationship with Ye Wanwan, so he grabbed her by the neck and threatened Ye Wanwan who was sitting on the sofa, "Miss Ye, we don't want to complicate matters. I advise you to cooperate obediently and leave with us. Otherwise, you'll lose a few more lives for nothing."
Ye Wanwan didn't bother with those drama queens anymore. She looked at the leader of the mercenaries and tried to get more information out of him. "Who sent you guys here?"
Judging from the quality and rank of these people, they were definitely not the same group of people who tried to hit her with a car on the main road.
The leader looked down at her condescendingly. "Miss, I don't think you're aware of the situation yet. We have no obligation to answer your questions."
"Si Ming Li? Or Qin Ruo Xi? "Ye Wanwan continued.
The leader's gaze turned cold. "I said before, I have no obligation to answer your questions!"
He glanced at the time on his watch impatiently. "Please."
Ye Wanwan chuckled. "Forget it. I just want to know who has such a huge grudge against the three of you..."
"What do you mean? Stop wasting time! "The leader of the mercenaries had completely lost his patience. His large palm went straight for Ye Wanwan on the sofa.
However, before he could get close to Ye Wanwan, the old housekeeper stood in front of Ye Wanwan. "Impudent! Don't be rude!"
The mercenary's eyes were cold. "Old fart, don't you understand what I'm saying? If you don't want to die, then shut up and get out of my way! And the rest of you, get over there and line up in a row. Hold your heads and squat down. Don't get in the way! "
Another mercenary looked at the people in the living room with dissatisfaction. They didn't dare to resist the security guards, the fat chef who was holding a plate of lobsters like an idiot, the little maid who kept crying in annoyance, and the old man who was about to be buried. "Tsk, these small fish and prawns, they could just hire a thug on the street. Why are they looking for mercenaries? I don't even want to fight them!"
The mercenary called Joe had a reluctant expression on his face as he attacked the bearded man who seemed to be the strongest among them.
"Whoosh —" The sound of something tearing through the air rang out.
He actually … missed …
He didn't know how the little security guard moved, but he was able to intercept his fist halfway.
At the same time, a cold killing intent that was impossible to appear on a small security guard poured down from his body bit by bit …
Joe's acute sense of danger caused a trace of fear to surface in his heart. "You … you …"
The other two mercenaries frowned. "Joe, what are you doing? Hurry up and get rid of him! "
"I …" The mercenary tried to pull his hand back but it didn't budge at all. He was so anxious that cold sweat started dripping down his forehead.
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