Whether She Could Become a Trump Card is up To Her Performance

"You!"

That girl threw a furious glare at Gu Qingjiu.

Lu Ziyang looked at Gu Qingjiu in surprise as well. He raised a hand to stop them. "That's enough. He was the one who said he wanted to test her."

Who could he blame if his reflex was not as good as Gu Qingjiu's?

The man cradled his chin looking like he was in great pain.

Even if it was a rubber bullet, it could still reduce a person into misery when fired at a fast speed. From the looks of it, it probably tore his skin.

Gu Qingjiu was completely calm.

"It's not her fault."

Beyond her expectations, although the man was still cradling his chin in pain, he said, "You have some guts, I like it!"

Lu Ziyang was speechless.

Gu Qingjiu was speechless.

For a person to enter this department, how can they not have guts?

Lu Ziyang rubbed his head helplessly and said to Gu Qingjiu, "I will get Lie Feng to send you out. Remember my words."