"Hand over whom?" the middle-aged man's face tensed, and he said coldly.
"Playing dumb?" Ghost Hand sneered, "Perhaps you don't even know whom you've kidnapped?"
"Whom?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously, feeling a storm rising within him, sensing that things were completely out of his control and diverging wildly from the intelligence he had, he grew sowhat anxious.
"It seems not only do you know nothing, but you've also been made a pawn," Ghost Hand sneered, slowly pulling up a chair to sit down. Spotting a bottle of red wine on the table, he grabbed it and took a swig, seeming to enjoy the taste, he muttered curses about their extravagant lifestyles, and after several gulps, casually threw the bottle, which shattered on the ground, spilling wine everywhere.
Seeing Ghost Hand's ruthlessness—drawing his gun and killing without hesitation—nobody dared make a move. Under broad daylight, to draw a gun and kill straightaway, and that gun was real, they all knew they were in deep trouble and didn't need to be the next cold body.
The middle-aged man, seeing a red wine worth tens of thousands ruined, had an ashen face, fury filling his squinted, triangular eyes, chest heaving in anger, he coldly threatened, "Kid, don't get too cocky, or I won't let you leave through that door alive."
"I'd forgotten about that," Ghost Hand feigned realization and shouted, "Guys, soone guard the door. No one here is leaving today, shoot anyone who tries."
"I like this kind of job, I'll do it," Snow Leopard said with a cold laugh, pulling out his gun and striding outside. The people around, seeing Snow Leopard pull his gun, knew trouble was upon them and stepped back. A street brawl was bearable, but taking on gunn was out of their league—not fearing the gunn themselves, but the forces they might represent.
In peaceti, those who brazenly brandish guns and kill without a second thought, who then sit down and chat casually with no intention of fleeing, must be more than just fierce tigers crossing rivers—they must be part of a governntal force. The onlookers weren't fools; they could see that much.
The people outside were herded into the room by Snow Leopard. He shut the door, gesturing for everyone to get down, when a burly man attempted a sneak attack, swinging a rubber club fiercely at Snow Leopard, who did not dodge and took it with a cold laugh. Shrugging it off like nothing, he touched his head and coldly shot the stunned assailant.
Snow Leopard's fierce tactics thoroughly intimidated everyone; no one dared move. The middle-aged man too was shaken and looked at Ghost Hand with a grave expression, asking coldly, "Who exactly are you?"
"Who I am isn't important. What's important is that you hand over the person now. I'm giving you three minutes. If I don't see him in three minutes, everyone here dies. Try if you don't believe it," Ghost Hand said coldly, his whole body emanating a terrifying murderous aura, his sister kidnapped, his beloved little sister too—Ghost Hand was furious.
"Leave room for reconciliation, so we might et again with goodwill in the future. Kid, don't take things too far," the middle-aged man advised coldly.
"Two minutes left," Ghost Hand said coldly.
"I don't have the person you're looking for, how can I hand them over?" the middle-aged man shouted gloomily, standing up with a dozen burly n behind him, ready to take action.
Ghost Hand scoffed disdainfully, saying, "One minute left."
Luo Zheng and his companions quickly drew their guns, their expressions cold as they locked on the middle-aged man. A murderous aura erupted from their bodies, condensing into a tangible force that enveloped the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was terrified, realizing he had kicked an iron plate. Any resistance and he would definitely be the first to die. His face turned pale as his courage drained away, and he hurriedly said, "Alright, I can release the person, let's just forget about this whole thing, alright?"
"Fine," Ghost Hand didn't want things to end in mutual destruction. The reason he had countered so forcefully was to compel the other party to release the hostage. With the objective achieved, the rest could be dealt with later. Soon, two panic-stricken girls were brought down from the second floor, their mouths sealed with tape, their eyes filled with panic, and their faces pale. On seeing everyone, they cried out softly.
Soon, the two were brought over. Lan Xue went up to them, untied their bonds, tore off the tape from their mouths, and hugged them, signaling them to stay still and nodding towards the outside. Gui Fang, who had seen much and was brave, and her young sister, who had also grown braver after an encounter with an assassin, were not fools. They knew it wasn't the ti to speak and headed towards the front door with understanding.
At that mont, the main door was pushed open, and a group of people flooded in—it was Shi Feng and his n. Seeing dozens of people subdued by a few n, with two bodies lying on the ground and gunfire exchanged, Shi Feng imdiately understood the situation. His face turned bitter, and he signaled his subordinates to get a hold of the situation and cleared a way for Lan Xue and the others to leave.
mbers of the Serious Cri Squad recognized Lan Xue and did not stop them, keeping their guns at the ready, occasionally glancing at Shi Feng, unsure of what to do. Shi Feng approached the couch, glanced at the middle-aged man, and looked at Ghost Hand, bitterly smiling, "What exactly is going on here?"
"Captain Shi, your arrival is most tily. These individuals broke into a private place, fired guns killing two people, and also forced at gunpoint to extort money. You have to stand up for ," the middle-aged man recognized Shi Feng and quickly spoke as if grasping at a lifeline.
"What about the kidnapping?" Shi Feng asked dissatisfied.
"Kidnapping? Who kidnapped? I didn't kidnap anyone. Did any of you kidnap anyone?" the middle-aged man instantly denied everything, shouting confidently, "Captain Shi, everything must have evidence. Do you have evidence? Who can prove that I kidnapped?"
"What about those two girls just now?" Shi Feng asked coldly.
"Girls? They ca with them; we don't know them," the middle-aged man denied without hesitation. "Captain Shi, you must handle this fairly. I know your departnt leaders, and I'll call them now." Saying this, he took out his phone and actually dialed a number.
Seeing Ghost Hand comfortably seated, not attempting to intervene, Shi Feng was too weary to care. After the middle-aged man got through, he yelled into the phone, "Hello, leader, so guys broke into my place. They brought guns and tried to extort . Captain Shi just arrived, and instead of administering justice, he's protecting the criminals. Leader, you must stand up for us, the common people."
After listening for a while, the middle-aged man handed the phone to Shi Feng, smirking confidently. Shi Feng knew it must be a call from a leader and felt sowhat embarrassed. Ghost Hand quickly dodged it and shouted into the phone, "Who the hell is this?"
After listening for a while, Ghost Hand grew more defiant and roared, "It's you, that son of a bitch playing dirty! Good, very good, dare to face one-on-one. Shi Feng has been subdued by ; he's too busy to take your call."
The people around gasped, and Shi Feng looked at Ghost Hand with gratitude but said nothing.
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