When Zhao Qiuran passed by the guards at the gate, her heart pounded rapidly.
Fortunately, the guards did not measure heart rates as she narrowly escaped from the city.
After they walked a hundred meters out from the city gate, the group turned onto a street. Just as Zhao Qiuran was about to say something to Jiang Chen, twenty guns were pointed directly at her.
She swallowed the thank you down and immediately raised her hands.
Although her stats were higher than everyone else here, her body was not stronger than bullets and kinetic skeletons. She did not doubt for one second that if she showed the slightest hostility, these twenty guns would make her into a sieve.
"Miss Zhao Qiuran, I think you should be able to talk about it now?" Jiang Chen turned around and looked at Zhao Qiuran, who was tense and said without much emotion. "For example, how did you know I bought that ID card."