" 。" Qiao Jing faintly replied. " 。"Busy Aren't you retired in the countryside What's there to be busy with" A suspicious voice came from the phone. 。,Joe Jing turned abruptly, before he could react, he was thrown down by the other person, and at the same time, his thick palm covered,At that moment, another man wearing a mask rushed out. Before he could even draw his gun, he was struck in the face by a flying corncob thrown by Qiao Jing. 。"Bang!" A crash, and the surface was caved in. Like the assassin just moments ago, he didn't even have time to scream before collapsing unconscious. 。After easily dealing with the two, Qiao Jing clapped his hands and turned to Zhan Qipei, staring at the man's big... 。。