Wang Qiangwei picked up a short-barreled shotgun thicker than her own waist and jammed a revolver into her waistband.
For ease of movement, she ripped off her professional business suit, leaving only a tight camisole underneath, and swept her medium-length hair up into a sharp, brisk ponytail.
The soft fabric of the camisole was stretched to the limit by the two bulging mounds on her chest, leaving Gu Yuan and the other men present momentarily stunned.
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