Wesley was extremely angry, struggling slightly, but unable to break free.
The row of gun barrels below pointed at him twenty-four hours a day.
Snipers were also watching him from afar, with no cover around.
Luckily, Xiao Qiao stood up.
A dozen armed men also recognized Xiao Qiao as the boxer who had taken Venezuela by storm recently. Her words were convincing; Hughs let her go, seeing she was a woman. Xiao Qiao was straightforward and could bond quickly with anyone; many brothers liked her very much, some even celebrated her joining the armed group. Wesley watched expressionlessly from above.
"Where's your companion?" Hughs pointed at Wesley above and asked Xiao Qiao.
"His life or death is none of my business." Xiao Qiao shrugged, sipping the fine wine they provided. As a special agent who often relied on orders, mingling with such a sneaky crowd was a real challenge for her.
Xiao Qiao yawned, "I'm not familiar with him."
