Qing Yi swallowed hard, steadying her mind, and tentatively asked, "Who are you!?"
Wang Hao raised his hand and delivered another hefty slap, "You don't even know my name, what are you even doing..."
The soldiers brought by Qing Yi suddenly felt their hearts jump to their throats; such arrogance surely indicated a significant background.
Qing Yi wanted to cry but had no tears; she was just a small patrol team leader—how many people could she know?
Now she didn't know how to respond.
Say she recognized him?
She genuinely didn't.
Say she didn't recognize him?
Probably another slap awaited.
Ling Xiao, Qian Wanyang, and Chen Yao all rubbed their heads, thinking this was the most arrogant fugitive they had ever seen, without a doubt.
"I'm very sorry for what just happened, I hope you won't take it to heart," Qing Yi took a deep breath, bowed, and decided it was better not to stir up more trouble.
