Arknights, are you a good person?

The gangster's face was covered with the white paint he had thrown out. He rubbed his face and screamed, and finally managed to get the white paint out of his eyes and nostrils.

“That’s a member of the Texas family,” the driver said with a horrified look on his face.

"Texas family?"

The thug with a white face was also shocked, his teeth chattering uncontrollably: "The largest mafia family in Colombia? Aren't they all extinct?"

"What are you afraid of if everyone dies?!"

After realizing what was happening, the gangster scolded his cowardly companions, took out a bucket of white paint, and instructed the driver to drive quickly, fearing that he would lose the target.

They turned around and around but couldn't find the yellow-haired idol.

Anxious.

"Wait, I see them!"

Contrary to what one might have thought, the jeep, which had already experienced a skirmish, did not hide, nor did it even speed up to escape. Instead, it continued to drive slowly along the street, looking very open and honest.

Do you think you can rest easy just by relying on your title as the orphan of a Texas family?

It would be too naive.

The driver gradually approached, grinning and raising the paint bucket again, ready to teach the orphan of a big family a good lesson.

The past reputation is just a face, only strength is real.

The paint bucket was held high and ready to be thrown.

The jeep turned a corner, revealing the figure of the "Texas family orphan". She was wearing light makeup, crimson eye shadow, a soft black veil around her neck, and a blood-red halter dress. She raised her hand slightly, revealing five slender jade fingers wrapped in lace gloves.

Ok? !

My brain suddenly shuts down.

With a bang, the white paint that had just been raised hit the gangster's head again. He screamed miserably again and drank several mouthfuls of paint.

The driver was also confused.

Isn’t that the little yellow-haired girl making her debut?

How come the person with the most dramatic dress style is the orphan of a Texas family?

Working in the underworld is one thing, debuting as an idol is another. Who is so brave?

The jeep stopped suddenly.

The driver was confused and he slowly rolled down the passenger window, revealing Qi Yuan's face. He had a relaxed look, a gentle tone, and looked kind.

"Gentlemen, what do you want to do with my girls?" Qi Yuan asked politely.

"..."

The situation inside the car was clearly visible, and the driver fell silent.

After a while, he came to a conclusion.

This man captured the orphan of a Texas family and forced her to work for him to earn money!

who is he? !

117: Dress up

Texas relies entirely on Qi Yuan's vision to choose new clothes.

After passing through one piece of clothing after another, she finally chose the backless blood-red suspender dress with high attack and strong crit, paired with high-attack-speed barefoot black high-heeled shoes, which made Qi Yuan stand up...

Thumbs up.

"It's really beautiful."

Texas touched the slender white thighs and felt very uncomfortable. He felt better when he touched the dagger on the leggings.

"Lao De, you are dressed so sexy." Qi Yuan commented jokingly.

Texas rolled his eyes at him, "You can tease me as much as you want, but will it really work?"

"It's definitely useful. Boom."

Qi Yuan answered with great confidence, returned to the car and invited everyone to watch it together.

I immediately received a wave of starry-eyed praise.

Colleagues' eyes lit up and they marveled at Texas' new look in a red dress. Texas' face darkened when he heard this and he thought Qi Yuan was making fun of him.

I am just like a fool.

She could never have imagined that she was just dressed to look nice, how could Qi Yuan be so fancy about it?

Qi Yuan’s next move completely confused her.

First, Texas was placed in the back seat, sitting side by side with Kongjiang.

Secondly, there was the careless parking confrontation just now. Qi Yuan rolled down the window and showed his face to the two shocked and suspicious gangsters.

"These two are my girls, my cash cows. Don't you think twice before you do something stupid?"

Qi Yuan was still gentle.

Because there is no need for threats, only the most comfortable mafia would speak so gently.

What are you talking about?!

Texas was suddenly startled and looked at Qi Yuan in surprise, his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.

She finally knew what Qi Yuan's plan was.

The ruined Texas family, this reputation is both loud and useless. If you want to make a living in this industry, everyone must compete fairly based on their own abilities, and no one will give anyone face.

But now, a gangster with a mysterious background has come to town.

He took the last remnant of a Texas family and drove her to participate in performances to make a lot of money for himself.

What kind of skill is this? What kind of courage is this?

What is his background?

I don't know who he is, but the orphan of the Texas family is his idol - Texas has already seen this expression on the other driver's face.

"Are you dumbfounded?"

Facing the speechless driver, Qi Yuan shook his head helplessly and raised his voice sharply:

"say!"

The other driver woke up as if from a dream, his body trembled instinctively, and he screamed: "You... who are you?"

I was so scared that I stuttered.

"How dare you bring a Texas woman here to sing...you are so audacious."

"Oh, aren't you very brave?" Qi Yuan rubbed his hands with interest. "When you saw Texas, didn't you come around like vultures?"

"I...we thought she was just doing guard work."

He subconsciously defended himself, still stuttering.

Not giving face to the orphan of the Texas family when he serves as a guard and directly asking Texas to sing for money are two completely different things.

The little gangster was so frightened when he saw something far more daring and arrogant than himself that he couldn't speak.

How dare he?

How dare he? !

"If you do this... Syracuse will remember it." The driver reminded tremblingly.

"Whatever, I don't care."

Qi Yuan got out of the car and slowly walked towards the other party. The driver thought something was wrong and quickly rolled up the window and restarted the engine to escape the scene.

The wind is blowing!

When they saw the knife on Qi Yuan's waist, they were even more frightened.

The slender knife is blood red from the inside out, as if it had stirred up a bloody storm. Isn't that the color of the knife used by the Texas family?

He used the knife of the Texas family and played with the women of the Texas family.

Who is this man?!

Qi Yuan approached slowly, and the car roared quickly, trying to escape.

"Let me give you a ride."

Qi Yuan enthusiastically extended his fist and blocked their way: "Of course, you can only retreat, not take another step forward."

The driver nodded rapidly: "I understand, I understand."

"I don't think you understand yet, let me teach you how to reverse correctly."

The moment the gangster saw Qi Yuan raising his fist, he was confused. If he wanted to kill someone, shouldn't he use the knife?

The next moment, Qi Yuan floated to the front of the car.

Along with it came fists as big as sandbags.

There was a loud bang.

A mysterious yellow energy circulated in the air, and a piercing sonic boom exploded instantly.

After swinging a punch, Qi Yuan's entire arm disappeared in the high-speed movement. The hood was blown off in an instant, and the car flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

The car moved back a whole street before it finally stopped and spun around.

Several long and narrow black burn marks were left on the ground and the air was filled with a sharp smell of burning rubber. The car just stood there, its glass shattered and its front face dented. Only the hazard lights were turned on stubbornly, flashing a bright yellow light, as if it was blinking its eyes and begging for mercy.

"Don't...don't kill us."

The driver got up from the airbag and begged for mercy in pain. When he opened his mouth, he found that two teeth were missing.

"I'm not going to kill you, I'm just sending a message."

“Colombia, here I come.”

"I came, I saw, I conquered."

Qi Yuan did not take the plea for mercy seriously, leaving everyone confused. He got in the car and signaled everyone to go to Tremon boldly, as they had a smooth road ahead.

Everyone in the car was as quiet as a chicken, and the way they looked at Qi Yuan was strange.

"Cough cough."

Qi Yuan reminded seriously: "It's all acting."

"..."

It doesn't look like acting.

Qi Yuan just now was like an emperor leading his troops to war in person, exuding aloofness and pride.

"Will this work?"

Angel of the Night expressed confusion: "I don't feel it's right. If a distant relative of mine became an idol, I would be extremely happy and listen to his albums every day. Why do they feel this is a huge insult?"

As she said this, she glanced at Texas in the red dress.

"Of course, it's really amazing to be able to make Texas an idol." Angel praised Qi Yuan with admiration.

"It's really a serious desecration of The Sopranos."

Texas explained.

She looked at Qi Yuan with admiration. Just now, Qi Yuan showed extremely strong power and deep mysterious background, which should be enough to deal with these people.

But Texas felt deeply helpless and stretched out her plump thighs.

I told you to use it however you want, Qi Yuan, so you use it like this?

Speechless.

"Texas, you can indeed come on stage with me. I have a song that needs cello accompaniment. Aren't you particularly good at playing the cello?"