"As he spoke, Qiao Jing's hand made a 'clunk' sound as he snapped a plump ear of corn in half." 。","There are corn thieves..." 。After hanging up the phone, Qiao Jing followed the sound and walked over lightly. 。Walking and walking, I smelled a pungent fishy smell, and also saw drops dripping onto the corn leaves. 。Still very fresh. 。"Rustling—" The sound of corn being knocked down suddenly came from behind. 。,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... 。。
