Chapter 3697: Sister Nian: I’ll Give You Three Seconds to Think Editor: Atlas Studios Qiao Nian immediately recognized his fearlessness, only found in mercenaries. His eyes were also as fierce as a wolf’s. Where did the mercenaries from the independent continent come from? The other party continued to blabber. There was no need to look to know that he was cursing. Qiao Nian had never indulged anyone. She slapped the man, causing blood to seep out of the corner of his mouth. Only then did he hear her scold calmly and impatiently, "Shut up." He had disturbed her. The brown-skinned mercenary’s ears were buzzing. He was stunned for a few seconds before he began to struggle with all his might. "Let... Let go of me!" This time, he mumbled something that Qiao Nian could understand. The girl lowered her eyes and pressed his face against the ground before unhurriedly asking, "Who sent you?" "I’m telling you... to let go! B*tch!" The man had yet to realize the danger and was still struggling fiercely. The strange thing was that he could not break free from the other party’s grip no matter how hard he tried. He was crushed. This feeling was not good. Mercenaries advocated martial arts, and martial arts mostly came from strength. Women were naturally weaker than men, causing most of them to look down on women and more or less hate them. But now, he was pressed to the ground by a woman he looked down on. It was undoubtedly a great humiliation to him. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦 "I f*cking told you to..." The mercenary’s face was a red of humiliation. It was red and green, and one could tell that he was furious. However, he was facing Qiao Nian. Qiao Nian had never spent much time reasoning with people. In the next second, before the mercenary could curse, he heard a crack. "Ah!" The man let out a miserable scream. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the veins on his neck bulged in pain. He widened his eyes and looked at the extremely young woman controlling him. She had an Asian face—the weakest of women who only knew how to cry. However, his eyes were wide open in pain. He could feel the extreme pain caused by Qiao Nian’s dislocated hand. In just a few seconds, his back was drenched in sweat. His lips were pale from the pain, and he could not curse anymore. His mind buzzed as the girl’s low and hoarse voice said: "From now on, you’ll answer every question I ask. If your answer doesn’t satisfy me, I’ll break one of your fingers. You have two hands and 10 fingers. You have 10 chances to mess with me. When you use up these 10 chances, you still have two legs... I’ve limited patience. I’ll give you three seconds to think about how to answer next." "3." Before the mercenary could think about it, she started the countdown. Instinctively, he straightened his neck and blushed. "You’re already counting?" "2." Qiao Nian couldn’t be bothered to look at him. The atmosphere became heavy. The mercenary’s mind spun, and he could not think clearly. However, the girl did not give him time. Counting the last number seemed like the last second before his head was cut off. "1." Qiao Nian did not stop at all when his mentality was shaken. "Who instructed you to come?" "I..." The mercenary opened his mouth. He met the girl’s calm eyes. They were dark, deep, and cold. "Think carefully before you speak." He felt a chill in his heart. His expression changed slightly. He shut his mouth and hesitated, but his dislocated left arm constantly reminded him of the pain.