Elena secretly hated Sai Lan for not treating her as a human being, but she did not dare to resist his order and put the wine glass in her hand back on the table.
She followed.
…
Sai Lan walked up the spiral staircase and walked on the soft carpet to one of the doors of the endless room.
She stopped at first, not hearing the movement inside, and then frowned under Elena's incomprehensible eyes, put her hand on the doorknob, and turned back to speak.
"Make sure you told him."
"I'm sure." Elena confirmed.
Sai Lan's face was as cold and indifferent as ice. He opened the door and entered the room without turning on the lights. It was pitch dark except for the burning light from the closet.
She glanced at the direction of the closet with her peripheral vision, raised her hands to cover her mouth and nose, and walked inside.
Elena, who was following her, had no choice but to follow.
The two of them entered the room front and back, and just when Sai Lan walked to the wall to turn on the light switch, a gust of wind came from behind.
Even though she was in her forties, she was still astonishingly strong. The moment the opponent's palm attack came, she turned back sharply and tackled him with one hand.
The person behind her was not covered. The moment she took action, her other hand was holding the gun, her index finger was on the trigger, and the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against Sai Lan's forehead.
In the darkness, the girl's voice was cold and hoarse: "Don't move, otherwise the gun will go off and hurt you."
Elena shouted in surprise: "Qiao Nian?"
Sai Lan's eyes flashed and she gave up her resistance. Instead, she wanted to see the girl's face clearly in the darkness: "It's you, my son's girlfriend."
She thought of going with Dowell. "How did you get to the island?"
Selan was smarter than Dowell and immediately thought of the reason. His eyes were as sharp as if he wanted to eat Qiao Nian alive: "Are you the bodyguard he brought, Martin?"
Her tone was serious, more like someone who had the initiative than Qiao Nian, and she asked, "What do you want to do?"
At the same time, she reached out to hold the muzzle of the gun that Qiao Nian put on her forehead, as if she didn't think Qiao Nian would shoot her, and she was extremely unscrupulous.
However, before her fingers touched the muzzle of the gun, the girl knocked it open with the barrel of the gun. The crisp sound of loading the gun was heard in the air, breaking the relaxed atmosphere created by Sai Lan.
"Don't make trouble~" the girl advised in a frivolous tone: "I really know how to shoot. You don't need to gamble with your head whether your bullet will be stronger than mine."
Sai Lan has been dealing with firearms all year round, so he can naturally hear the sound of a firearm being loaded. His body froze when Qiao Nian knocked her hand away with the muzzle of the gun and loaded the gun again.
She looked into the darkness for a moment, with a cold and merciless threat: "You'd better hold on to the gun in your hand, otherwise you have to go down and accompany me if I have a problem!"
"Ang." Qiao Nian was not afraid of threats. She raised the corner of her mouth and spoke to Sai Lan in a nonchalant tone: "So I asked my aunt not to move around and don't try to compare the hardness of my bullet with your own skull. This is good for you and me. Hello everyone, none of us need to die, right?"
Sailan stopped talking.
Qiao Nian was not afraid to speak more directly: "Besides, Auntie, your life is more important than the sky in your heart, and you don't want to gamble your life with someone like me."
"Auntie cherishes her life, so she'd better cooperate with me. We have problems to solve, don't you think so?"
"Where is Wangchuan? Where are they?" Sai Lan asked coldly without answering.
Qiao Nian put one hand around her neck and held a gun against her temple with the other hand. He pushed her to the wall and turned on the light switch in the room.