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Something was pressed against the back of his head, and he heard the person behind him say,""Don't move,"

Qiming raised his head and looked at the rear mirror. He saw a Man in Black sitting in the back seat and pointing a gun at him.

"Are you sure?" Qiming laughed in a low voice.

No one had ever dared to point a gun at the back of his head or threaten him! There had never been such a situation.

"Qiming, Special Forces soldier, disappeared from the Army six years ago. He returned from Thailand last year and takes orders from Mr. Lian! Am I right? Usually, to invite you out of retirement, you need at least nine figures, right?" The person said. He clearly knew Qiming very well.

Qiming leaned against the chair and reached out for a cigarette. He bit on it, lit it up, and took a deep puff.

"I really hate it when people point their weapons at me!" Qiming blew out a ring of smoke and said coldly.