"Miss Song, is this your way of treating guests for you Z people?" Although he was already trembling with anger, Naoto Miyamoto tried to control himself and growled in a dark voice.

"How to treat guests?" Jian'er snorted coldly, "That's the target. Can this distinguished guest be treated the same as a villain? Especially for some people who can rob the house with weapons."

"We have made it clear before, we don't..." The man opposite Miyamoto Naoto was simply unable to communicate. This has been the ninth time that they have nothing to do with this matter. Why did this man still put this hat on their heads?

At this time, Naoto Miyamoto was experiencing what a scholar was when he met a soldier. While he was indecisive, he also had great resentment towards the real culprit. By the way, according to Tanaka Kwan, the apocalypse named Okamoto Yujiro is probably the original murderer of this incident? Humph! He would better pray that this matter has nothing to do with him, otherwise if he was sure that this matter was done by that guy, Naoto Miyamoto used his Miyamoto family's surname to swore that the damn apocalypse would definitely make that damn apocalypse look good!

Humph, a big dealer, if you don’t turn that guy into a bankrupt house, he will take his surname as a bankrupt house!

However, now is not the time to care about this. The most important thing now is to quickly calm the tricky woman in front of him who was completely unreasonable. But before Miyamoto Naoto could say anything, Jian'er screamed again.

"Michiko, pull that person a little apart. Otherwise, when I throw a dart, he suddenly stood up and blocked me and aimed?" Jian'er raised her hand and made an aiming move.

"Hi!" Michiko responded, stepped on the clogs that were making a sound, and walked up. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Tanaka Masao's collar, and then dragged it, directly leading Tanaka Masao far away.

Except for Jian'er, everyone who saw this scene was silent in an instant. Although Tanaka Masao was not tall, he was also a big man. The scene of being pulled away by a seemingly delicate little woman like a chicken was so eye-catching. But the next second, as if he had thought of something, Miyamoto's pupils suddenly shrank suddenly, and he looked at Michiko in surprise. Could it be that this person was...

"Do not to escape!" Just as Naoto Miyamoto was stunned, a sudden scream exploded in his ear. Then Naoto Miyamoto felt a force pulling him back and then a dart "brushed" to fly past under his nose, and then pierced "hard" on the large wooden board standing beside the wall.

Resisting the urge to fall to the ground with his legs and feet weak, Miyamoto Naoto subconsciously held the hand that saved his life.

"Mr. Miyamoto, are you okay?" Section Chief Wu asked in a low voice.

"I, I'm fine. Thank you!" Miyamoto Naoto tried to smile.

"Ah, sorry." This was Jian'er's voice that sounded irresponsible. The next sentence was that although she lowered her voice, Miyamoto and others could hear it clearly. "It's strange. I was obviously shot by the standard target, so why did I go so far? Otherwise, change the angle and aim to see if I will turn back..."

While speaking, Jian'er suddenly made Naoto Miyamoto's sudden terrifying action. She turned around and raised the dart and glanced at the position where he was standing.

"What are you going to do?" Naoto Miyamoto screamed.

"Ah? Don't worry, I just want to see if I can make the dart fly back in a different direction." Jian'er replied innocently.

Naoto Miyamoto's cold sweat came down and flew back in a flash. What if the dart did not fly this time?! You must know that the dart would aim at the direction he was standing. If the dart accidentally shot this time, then he...

"That, Miss Song, don't you think you should shoot your darts at the other side if you were flying just now?" Naoto Miyamoto swallowed and suggested in a low voice. This is not possible. If the noise is too loud, it shocked this person and made her subconsciously throw her hand. Then the unlucky person is still the one who is in trouble.

"Where?" Jian'er looked at the opposite direction to Miyamoto Naoto with some confusion.

"That's right, over there!" Miyamoto Naoto nodded quickly, "Look, you turned to me when you shot in the middle. If you aim at me again, you will not be tilted to the back, so you should aim there and then see if it will fly back to the right direction." Miyamoto Naoto said.

"That's right, that's what I think!" Jian'er nodded and aimed at Naoto Miyamoto again.

"Then, why are you still..." Looking at the dart that was aiming in his direction again, Naoto Miyamoto almost screamed.

"Ah, sorry, that, my sense of direction is not very good." Jian'er said embarrassedly.

As soon as she said this, Naoto Miyamoto almost went crazy. Dear, are you playing with me? Are you still a matter of direction and object sensing? You are simply using actions to interpret the new version of "normal deviation".

"Well, Ms. Song, why don't we take a break and practice this dart?" At this moment, Section Chief Wu, who was holding Naoto Miyamoto, suddenly spoke. Whether this was intentional by Jian'er or her sense of direction was indeed so weird, one thing was certain that Section Chief Wu could be sure of, that is, no matter what, it would be better for them to sit down and talk.

Looking at Section Chief Wu and then at the dart in his hand, Jian'er's mouth curled and two willful words were thrown out: "No!"

"Tell me, what do you want?!" Standing straight, Naoto Miyamoto pushed away Section Chief Wu's hand, and growled.

"What? Are you trying to scare me?" Jian'er's face sank and she turned back without being outdone. Did she figure out whose territory this place is, and she actually dared to yell at her.

"No..." Naoto Miyamoto's face stagnated, gritted his teeth, tried to swallow all his negative emotions, and then forced himself to pull out a not-so-good-looking smile, "Miss Song, we, we are just here to apologize to you."

"Apologize?" Jian'er raised her eyebrows, "Where did you start?"
Chapter completed!