Kitchen

Kitchen

Before that, they had still maintained their overwhelming momentum and control of the situation, right up until that Demoness appeared.

That was right!

The Frenchmen now referred to Qingyao and Hong Li as demonesses—the demonesses of the East.

The moment Qingyao Demoness appeared, the situation suddenly took a sharp turn.

Even the white mist that had easily knocked down the Russians stopped working. The venomous snakes she released failed to bite anyone else and bit their master first. Then came an utterly unexpected low kick to the groin.

At that moment, Chairman Demville was panicking badly.

The expert he had spent hundreds of thousands of euros hiring could not even withstand one kick to the groin from the other side. He had gone straight down.

Hiss! What a tragedy! It hurt just watching.

Was this guy really worth five hundred thousand euros?

Demville was about to say something, but Qingyao Demoness had already turned around and gone back, carrying two "spoils of war."

She had learned this bad habit from Great Demon Li. Fortunately, she had not returned empty-handed, or the Demoness would have started beating people.

As for those lying on the ground, including the "knight" who had held out until the very last moment—who could remember exactly what the meat buns they had once eaten looked like? Humans could not do that, much less demons.

The police sirens in the distance drew closer and closer. One of the onlookers had called the police. With the current crackdown on organized crime, informants even got rewards. Who knew how much funding imported organized crime could bring in?

The corner of Demville's mouth twitched. He waved at the bodyguards beside him.

"Go! Hurry up!"

As long as they were not caught red-handed by the Huaxia police, they could make up