Reborn 1980 Married to the toughest guy in the army

The moment the fist touched Hong Biao's arm, his body suddenly froze for a moment, and then he froze in place.

It sounds slow, but it actually happens in just a moment.

Before everyone could react, the tall waiter hiding behind Jia Haixia had already stretched out his arms and put them around Hong Biao's neck.

A shiny knife was pressed against his neck.

"Don't even move!"

A cold and clear voice uttered, and everyone present was stunned.

Only Jia Haixia had a smile in her eyes, and her originally stiff body slowly relaxed.

Jia Haixia's female apprentice Shu Yun's eyes were full of stars and she was so excited that she almost screamed.

She originally thought that Jia Haixia was very handsome and she admired him very much.

Now it seems that this sister named Jiang Wan is more handsome.

It’s amazing that she subdued Hong Biao with just one punch.

How did she do it?

Yes! How did she do it! Hong Biao was also confused at this moment.

He didn't care about the cold knife on his neck and asked in confusion:

"You, what did you do? Why can't I move!"

Jiang Wan sneered: "Have you ever heard of acupoint pressing?"

Hong Biao's pupils shrank sharply.

Acupressure, a legendary unique skill.

He had heard before that some folk masters knew how to press acupoints, but their fingers were specially trained, and their fingers were stiff and had thick joints.

It is no exaggeration to say that people who know how to press acupoints have fingers that are more abnormal than normal people and are much stronger.

Therefore, it is usually passed down to males and not females.

But why would this woman do this?

In just a short while, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Finally, he sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I met someone who knows how to press acupoints. I miscalculated!"

"I'm doomed this time. Who are you going to protect, hero? Is it this guy named Jia?"

"How about we both take a step back this time? You can take her away, and I won't cause any trouble for her in the future. Let's just treat it as making friends!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wan slapped him on the back of the head rudely.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think that we are fighting against each other and we should both take a step back?"

"I'll back off your sister!"

Hong Biao was slapped several times, especially on the back of the head, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"My friend, you are wrong! We are all from the same world. We will meet each other sooner or later. Why do you have to kill us all?"

Jiang Wan sneered: "Kill them all? When you wanted to chop off my sister's hand, did you ever think that you shouldn't kill them all?"

"When you do something that is harmful to the world, have you ever thought about leaving a way out for others?"

Hong Biao felt a little aggrieved: "I am a tomb robber, how can I leave a chance? Am I supposed to leave a chance for the owner of the tomb to survive so that he can resurrect his corpse?"

"As for your sister, I did order her hand to be chopped off, but it was only a broken hand."

"I didn't say I was going to kill her!"

Jiang Wan laughed angrily.

Turning to look at Jia Haixia: "Sister, did you hear what he said?"

Jia Haixia nodded.

Jiang Wan said: "Reciprocity is the best policy, you should also chop off his hand!"

Jia Haixia nodded happily: "Okay!"

After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed his left hand, pulling it up, and slashed at his wrist with the dagger in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

The blood spurted out all of a sudden.

"Ah!" Hong Biao screamed in pain.

Jia Haixia blinked at Jiang Wan and slashed her twice more.

Hong Biao couldn't stand it anymore: "If you want to kill me, then kill me. What's the point of stabbing me with a knife?"

Jia Haixia said innocently: "This knife is not sharp. I want to cut off your hand, but it didn't come off. I have to cut it a few more times!"

Hong Biao looked down and saw four wounds appeared on his wrist in a short while.

The four marks were not just one wound, but four clear cuts.

This is no longer a question of the knife being slow.

He glared at Jia Haixia angrily.

Jia Haixia said innocently: "I have never killed a pig. I usually just cut vegetables at home, so my accuracy is a little off."

"But don't be angry, I'll just practice hard!"

Hong Biao was so angry that he was about to vomit blood.

Shu Yun beside him couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The other seven people in the room who were the first to defect simply accepted Hong Biao's advice and compromised.

But they are essentially ordinary people and not Hong Biao's subordinates.

Now that something like this has happened, they are also confused.

It’s wise to stand aside and keep silent, watching what happens!

Hong Biao brought two people in, one of whom was lying on the ground wailing.

The other one stood there in confusion.

He looked at Hong Biao and didn't dare to rush over.

As for the gun.

Don't joke, guns are controlled in the Flower Growing Country, it's great that his boss can get one.

There is no second one in the entire team.

Now, the gun has been confiscated by Jiang Wan.

Neither did he.

When Hong Biao saw that no one was able to help him, Jia Haixia was still ready to hold his hand and continue practicing her aim.

He couldn't stand it anymore: "Master, Master, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

"I'll take it for granted this time. I won't cause any more trouble for the Antiques Association in the future, okay?"

Jiang Wan uttered an "oh" and moved the blade in his hand a little closer to his neck. He asked coldly:

"Tell me yourself, are your words credible?"

Hong Biao was speechless.

Jiang Wan sneered, "See, you don't even have confidence in your own words, do you think I will believe it?"

Hong Biao had a bitter face, and his original arrogance was gone: "Then tell me, what do you want?"

He thought Jiang Wan was a scoundrel who robbed his fellow thieves.

I thought to myself: No wonder Jia Haixia refused to compromise. It seems there is a powerful force behind her.

Tell me earlier!

Jiang Wan's eyes moved across the faces of the people in front of her, and she asked with a smile:

"Those people who cooperated with you, you must have a private agreement!"

Hong Biao wanted to say no, but after feeling the pain on his neck, he nodded hurriedly:

"Yes, I have! In my bag!"

Jiang Wan added: "Your factory must have counterfeit products, where are the channels?"

"Tell me about it!"

Hong Biao had no choice but to give a brief explanation.

Jiang Wan signaled Shu Yun to take notes.

Shu Yunle hurriedly went to find paper and pen, moved the plates and bowls away, and started writing furiously.

Jiang Wan continued, "Go ahead and tell me everything you know, such as when you went to the tomb, who you killed, what you took out of the tomb, and who you sold it to."

“Every detail!”

Hong Biao's face turned pale: "Are you a cop?"

"Pa!" Another slap came.

"What are you talking about? I am just a person who sees injustice."

"But, if I don't catch you with something today, how are you going to retaliate against me after we get out of this house?"

Hong Biao thought about it and agreed.

He was just about to start talking nonsense.

Jiang Wan added: "You have quite a few people downstairs. The one with the mustache on the first floor must be your confidant!"

The expression on Hong Biao's face froze for a moment.

He replied stammeringly, "Yes, yes!"

Jiang Wan snorted, "My people are all downstairs. I think we can subdue them all by now, including those on the second floor!"

"I will ask them separately when the time comes. If there is any discrepancy between what you said and what they said, I will come back to deal with you."