My iceberg smiled

Chapter 737 Wasting My Silver Needle

"Okay, captain!" Ronaldinho responded in front, and increased the speed of the car a bit.

Everyone in the car did not dare to relax any more.

Since it was about the safety of the eldest brother's brother, they were bound to have a fierce battle tonight.

Whether people can be rescued intact is up to the moment.

……

At this time, the underground parking lot of an entertainment club was full of wailing.

In just one minute, the black and white group of people all let go of their weapons.

The iron rod hit the concrete floor with a clatter, making a crisp sound.

And all of them had a silver needle that was so thin that it was almost invisible.

Han Qianxiao dared to face so many people alone, how could he come empty-handed.

She couldn't help kicking the iron rod that rolled down to her feet, and the iron rod flew up suddenly, and she grabbed it with her plain hand and held it in the palm of her hand.

Holding the iron rod in his right hand, he casually tapped his left hand lightly, and murmured secretly: "Waste my silver needle."

She played with hidden weapons very well, for this reason, it is natural to prepare some special hidden weapons of hers in private.

When she was in the orphanage at first, she used the embroidery needles in the dean's drawer to play with. Later, she improved a set by herself, and no one knew where she hid all these things.

In short, it is a place that is unexpected and absolutely unexpected.

If anyone offends her, he will give him a shot all of a sudden.

Han Qianxiao has a precise understanding of the acupuncture points of the human body, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hit a single hit, making people unable to even lift their hands.

Every time the needle was stuck in the opponent's hand just now, it was taking the strength off their fingers, making it impossible for them to grasp the tool.

Dozens of iron bars want to greet her?

Ah!It's not that easy!
The key is that those needles are pierced extremely deep, directly making the other party's pain-sensing nerves reach the maximum sensitivity.

So the situation where everyone was screaming in pain was completely expected by Han Qianxiao.Anyway, she couldn't hear it. On her side, she just watched those people silently making grim and painful expressions with their mouths open.

Among them, the Black Panther also unfortunately got a shot.

As soon as he pulled out the silver needle on his wrist, he became furious, as if he was about to explode.

He roared viciously: "What are you doing in a daze! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"..."

"I don't believe that there are so many of us, and we can't kill a brat! Kill him!"

Everyone listened to the order and began to swarm up with bare hands.

Just now, the fingers have been relieved, and they can't hold any weapons, so they can only rely on hand-to-hand combat.

The younger brothers saw that Han Qianxiao was thin and small, and they didn't pay attention at all.

He even felt that randomly dragging out the weakest one among the forty or so people could punch him until he vomited blood.

So when a group of people swarmed up, their arrogance was very inflated, and they didn't take it seriously at all.

I was still wondering if Brother Bao would be overqualified if he recruited so many people.

When Han Qianxiao saw so many people rushing up, there was no fear in her eyes, but faint excitement.

He licked his lips evilly, then clenched the iron rod in his hand just now.

The body took a few steps back, and then kicked off with the right foot, soaring into the air directly.

He turned a somersault, pushed his feet against the pillar behind him, and rushed directly into the crowd like a cannonball in the air, drawing a beautiful arc in midair.

When it was about to hit the ground, the iron rod swung in a big circle.

(End of this chapter)