"Stop right now, or die!" Qiao Qiqi's eyes were like those of the Female Asura from Hell, cold-blooded and ruthless enough to chill one's heart.
Rong Yuan had already been hit on the back, falling to his knees on the ground. He was a business genius, but his fighting skills were rather mediocre.
At this moment, he only felt a dull pain in his chest.
"Let's talk it out, let's talk it out, stop, stop!" Brother Zhao, the person in charge, was scared, his face turning pale, and he hurriedly signaled his men to stop.
Since running this auction house, he had done things like this many times without fail, but he hadn't expected to hit hard steel this time!
Seeing her big brother get hit, Qiao Qiqi angrily swung her gun and smashed it onto this bastard's head. Brother Zhao instantly fell to the ground with blood gushing from his head. As his men were about to rush over, she pressed her weapon against Brother Zhao's head again.
