Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Dowell came back to his senses and looked again. He could not see the figure of the waitress. Na Na replied: "Aunt Lan doesn't hate Asians the most. I just saw that the waitress has a pair of black eyes. He has black hair and looks like an Asian."

“It turned out to be a waiter.” Garcia looked back disapprovingly: “You must have seen it wrong!”

 “I saw it with my own eyes!”

Dowell said anxiously: "Besides..." Some people will mistake her appearance. Even if he doesn't like Asian beauties, he has to admit that she is a high-end beauty.

Garcia waved his hand to stop him from finishing: "You drank too much."

Dowell put down his glass angrily and walked to the bathroom: "I'm too lazy to tell you!"

He walked towards the bathroom and unexpectedly saw the waiter who had disappeared before. Dowell remembered that his friend must have said that he drank too much, so he quickened his pace to catch up.

  I don’t know if it was an illusion on his part.

He felt that the other person was walking slower and slower, as if waiting for him to catch up. Dowell didn't think too much and patted the other person on the shoulder from behind.

 “Hey, turn around and come with me to meet my friends.”

 Qiao Nian also turned around at this time, his look reflected in his inkstone eyes, like the calm surface of a deep lake that made people want to find out.

"you call me?"

Before he could recover, he saw the opponent's palm turning into a blade and slashing at his neck. Dowell's eyes were spinning, and he fainted before he could react.

Qiao Nian held him up with one hand and dragged him skillfully into the men's restroom. He raised his legs and kicked open the innermost single room door, dragging him in.

 She placed the man on the toilet seat, went out to get a basin of cold water, walked in, and poured it directly on the face of the unconscious man.

The cold water in winter slapped the man's face like ice cubes, and the man who was originally unconscious suddenly woke up due to the strong stimulation from the outside world.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the eye-catching face of the Asian waitress.

“Holy shit.” Dowell immediately remembered what happened before he fell into coma, suddenly ejected, waved his hand and attacked the girl’s face.

 He remembered.    The woman attacked him.

 But Dowell is fast, and Qiao Nian is faster than him.

 A small knife was pressed against the main artery on the side of his neck. Wherever the blade touched, the frost beat the snow. The cold touch transmitted to the skin was like a death scythe, full of intimidation.

Dowell's hair stood up instantly, he raised his hands in a gesture of weakness, he did not dare to move any more, and his mouth became polite.

"Beauty."

"beauty."

 “Don’t mess around.”

 “I won’t move, I promise I won’t move.”

His drunkenness has completely sobered up. The hair on my back exploded with cold sweat dripping down my face. I carefully discussed with the other party: "Beauty, you must have something else to say to me. Can you please put the knife away first?"

　　　…”

Instead, Qiao Nian pressed the blade of the knife inward a little, cutting the skin of his neck, and bright blood beads emerged from the cut. Dowell's lips turned pale in fright, and he couldn't even utter a witticism.

When Qiao Nian saw him shut up, he took out a chewing gum bottle and threw it over.

 “Pour one from the inside and eat it.”

　　　…”

Dowell's hand shook and he barely caught the bottle she threw at him. With a trembling hand, he opened the lid and poured out a small black pill.

His face was earth-colored, and he held the small pill as if he was about to eat a fly: "What, what is this?"

Qiao Nian answered him seriously: "Poison."

 Dowell: “…” No, so direct?