The man’s expression changed drastically when he saw his five subordinates being hit by Yun Jian on their wrists.
While the man was still in shock, Yun Jian had already held onto the balcony on the second floor, which was more than ten meters away. She jumped from the simple balcony, which was three meters high from the ground, to the flat ground with ease.
Then, she swayed her long ponytail around her waist and walked over like the wind.
Yun Jian was wearing a black top and loose black pants. She was holding a shiny silver pistol in her hand. She looked like the king of the night, as the sun was about to set in the evening, her graceful figure was reflected.
“Jian... jian... Jian ‘er! ?”
Yun ni stared at the silver pistol in Yun Jian’s hand in disbelief. His face was terrifyingly deep.
“Yun ni, is this your daughter who found her way back home? !”Wen Zhengxiang’s eyes bulged in disbelief. He was stupefied.
