Long Qingying was already angry, and on seeing these soldiers pointing guns at her, she immediately exploded.
As she raised a hand, those guns twisted, then flew out of their owners' hands and gathered above the heads of Long Qingying and her friends before disintegrating. Soon, the guns turned into countless finger-thick metal thorns, pointing at those soldiers.
However, Long Qingxing stopped herself from launching those metal thorns.
"What? Encouraging your kid to harass strangers? Is that how people educate their children in your family?" Lin Qiao said to that woman with her hoarse voice.