Chapter 118: We took our leave

He is Fu Ci, Fu Li's own nephew, who entered the special training unit at the age of eight, was selected to enter the 200-person elite group at the age of sixteen and sent abroad, and was promoted to the top leader of the elite group at the age of twenty-one. Fu Ci's name is like thunder.

Qiao was the only one wearing a mask and a hat, and Fu Ci had only seen Qiao the only time, when she was a child, but she didn't recognize her at all.

"You're Qingyun?" Fu Ci turned his head and looked at Qiao Weiwei.

"Yes." Joe is the only one who can master three vocal articulations, which are essential skills in dubbing lessons.

Fu Ci glanced up and down at Qiao Weiwei, dressed in black, with a simple ponytail, neatly dressed, his eyes were cold and clean, but inexplicably with a little carelessness and gangsterism.

It looks like she is about twenty, no more than twenty-three or four, Fu Ci didn't think before she came, Qingyun is a little girl.

"I don't think there's a need to talk about it." The man on the side couldn't help but purse the corners of his mouth, grabbed the coat on the side and got up.

is such a little girl, and he actually let him, the deputy leader, and Fu Ci Zhengshou rush back all the way to meet each other.

"Dazong, sit down." Fu Ci warned again.

All the people who saw Qingyun for the first time did not believe that she would become the only female leader of the mercenary group with the highest killing record.

So small, still a woman.

And Qingyun, within thirty-six hours, quietly killed an international bigwig whose defense was as airtight as an iron bucket, leaving no evidence, which is a miracle. No one knows how she did it.

Fu Ci had learned about Qingyun's achievements in detail before, and after careful consideration, he decided to meet.

But now that he saw her in person, Fu Ci's heart was also a little shaken.

However, she is the eldest apprentice of the "Ink Scholar", and the "Ink Scholar" is the only approved heir of the Mo family of the ancient martial arts family. There must be something special about her.

"Ah Ci, you have to know what a vicious opponent we are facing! What can a woman do? In the past, it was just to die. Dazong replied impatiently.

"Makes sense." Qiao Weiwei listened to Dazong silently, then nodded lightly and replied.

Fu Ci listened to Qiao's only meaning, as if he was afraid, and he didn't dare to take over their task, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

But since she herself is not sure, there is no need to force it.

"In that case, then we'll take our leave." Fu Ci said with a little disappointment in his tone, and got up and whispered.

The two greeted Uncle Qin and prepared to leave.

"Here you are." When Dazong passed by Qiao Weiwei's side, Qiao Weiwei suddenly pointed at Dazong's neck.

Dazong didn't know what she meant, and looked down absentmindedly, but saw nothing.

However, the moment he raised his head, Fu Ci suddenly stopped, turned his eyes to look at Qiao Wei, and his eyes were stunned.

Dazong had already cut two wounds on his neck and the back of his neck, but he didn't realize it. And Fu Ci was standing two steps away from Dazong's side just now, and he didn't see how Qiao only made a move!

"How itchy ......" Dazong muttered, gently rubbed his neck with his thumb, and when he put down his hand, he saw a trace of pink blood stained on his thumb, and he was stunned.

If Joe had used a few more force to do it, the carotid artery would have been severed.

Dazong realized it later, and looked back at Qiao Wei in shock.

For those who look down on her, Joe is the only one who never explains, only acts.