Translator: Atlas Studios   Editor: Atlas Studios
Someone from the Ji family?
The bald manâs sinister smile faded a little as he sized up the girl in front of him.
The girl looked very young. Not more than 20 years old.
She was wearing an ordinary hoodie, black casual pants that outlined her straight legs, and a pair of canvas shoes.
She had a baseball cap, snow-white skin, and an indescribable aura.
Her outfit was considerably ordinary from head to toe.
Just like ordinary oriental students who came here on tourism, she had black hair and black eyes. These studentsâ frames were smaller, and when they twisted their necks, it was as if they were strangling a little chick.
The bald man sneered. âJi family. Since when did the independent continentâs Ji family have an Asian face? Which crooked relative of yours?â
âSpeaking of the Ji familyâ¦â
He smacked his lips and said in amusement, âl do know that someone from the Ji family is in Continent M, but they visited the archbishop some time ago.
They donât look like you!â
What was that personâs name again?
It seemed to be Ji Ziyin.
The name was slightly famous in the independent continent.
She was dubbed as the Ji familyâs once-in-a-century genius.
A few days ago, she went to the church to look for the archbishop, but she was mercilessly stopped outside by Lord Jacob.
The bald man probably found it pointless. He slapped his thigh and lazily said, âHurry up and go back, kid. This place is not suitable for you.â
âIs everyone from the reclusive families so arrogant?â The girlâs voice was cold and calm, with a hint of indifference.
The bald man suddenly turned around and stared at her fiercely. âSay that again. â
âAre the reclusive families something for you to talk about?â
âTsk.
He thought that the girl would be afraid. Unexpectedly, the other party casually raised her baseball cap, revealing a pair of extremely beautiful eyes that looked straight at him. âHave you heard of keeping a low profile and seeking survival?â
The bald manâs brows were almost squeezed together as he shouted, âAre you courting death?â
âAh.â Qiao Nian nodded. âIâll ask you one last time. Is the archbishop here?â
The bald man froze for a second. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards her angrily. He cursed, âDamn it!â
Daji could not take it anymore.
Without another word, he picked up his gun from the back seat of the broken jeep and kicked open the driverâs door. He aimed it directly at the bald manâs
head as he spat out a mouthful of saliva. âCome, try it.â
The weapon was not ordinary.
Daji was holding a half-meter-long missile tube. It was about 10 centimeters in diameter. He was tall and strong. It looked easy for him to hold it on his shoulder. However, when this thing appeared, the entire street fell silent.
No matter how chaotic this place was, no one would casually bring such a thing out!
Everyoneâs expressions changed.
Only Qiao Nian rubbed her eyebrows and looked at him. âWhen did you bring this?â
âl run a weapon business. I have to bring some test products.â Daji!s tone was cynical and he was smiling as if he had a good temper.
If he had not put the gun to someoneâs head, his casual demeanor would have been more convincing.
Qiao Nian turned to the bald manâs subordinate and said, âSomeone, tell the archbishop thatâ¦â
Her eyes darkened. A shadow seemed to float in them, like a sleeping lion that had grown up and was about to wake up.
âJust say that Ji Qings daughter is looking for him..â