"Oh, this little beauty is quite bold, not liking hotels, but preferring the n’s restroom..."
Charlie had just let out a wicked smile when he suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck, and his whole body went rigid.
His body was beyond control, as Qin Xin dragged him into the restroom like a dead dog.
Terror!
What kind of anesthetic did this woman use on him that rendered him immobile?
Moreover, he was a professional race car driver, strong and sturdy, weighing 170 pounds.
Could this little beauty even weigh 90 pounds? Yet she could drag double her weight?
How perverse must her strength be?
Charlie’s heart was in shock, and at this mont, not only did the back of his neck go cold, but his heart also began to chill: "Who... who are you? What do you want? I’m a VIP from A Continent, here in your country for an F1 race. I’m a famous international race car driver, and your country even assigned a beautiful translator to entertain . You can’t treat like this, if you harm a foreigner, you’ll be caught and severely punished by your empire..."
He was incoherently threatening Qin Xin.
He always knew the empire treated foreigners well, granting many special privileges, believing that revealing his identity would make this woman wise up and not dare to act rashly.
Who would have thought.
He completely miscalculated.
Not saying anything might have been better, the mont he finished speaking, he heard Qin Xin say to a man in the n’s restroom who was urinating: "Get out if you don’t want to die."
That man didn’t even have ti to pull up his pants before he scrambled out.
After confirming nobody else was in the n’s restroom, Qin Xin kicked the door shut with a violent slam.
Then, she sneered at Charlie: "Are foreigners so great? The empire is just too polite to you mutts, making you oblivious. Our civility is mistaken by you as weakness. Let tell you, here with , there’s no foreigner priority treatnt. If there is, it’s just one thing: foreign scum dies first!"
Charlie’s hair stood on end at her words!
In the empire, he had never t such an arrogant, fierce woman.
The few he encountered were like that Qin Wenrou outside, willing to do anything for a bit of money, using sweet words to get a signature and letting him take advantage.
This type of arrogant woman, he only saw one on the racetrack: the female racing goddess Xihe!
But Xihe drove so dominantly, it was hard to connect her with the slender, fair-skinned girl in front of him.
"What... what did I do wrong that you want to bully ..." Charlie’s tone imdiately softened, "Please, let go, I’ll give you lots and lots of money, isn’t that okay?"
Qin Xin coldly said, "Shut up."
Casually balled up the paper bills he had just stuffed and shoved them into his mouth.
"Mmm... you can’t... mmm... do this to ... mmm... ow!" Charlie let out a muffled growl.
Qin Xin already had a scalpel in her palm.
She looked up and down, making a cut on the man’s forehead first.
Due to the quickness of the knife, no blood was visible on the surface.
But Charlie was still so frightened that his legs went weak, almost wetting himself.
"No chip in the brain..."
She pondered, then made a cut on the man’s neck.
"No chip in the neck either, and there’s no wing mark..."
Her blade continued to swiftly slice, making cuts on the man’s arms and legs, leaving crisscrossing wounds all over his body.
Yet these crucial wounds, the most likely places for an implant chip, were just normal human flesh and blood.
Only the heart was left.
Her blade stopped at Charlie’s heart.
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