As soon as He Zhichu appeared, his men also appeared. Each of them held a gun and aimed it at the two people at the elevator door.
The people in the elevator were so nervous that they looked at each other without daring to move.
Gu Nianzhi only had one thought in her mind at that moment: So this is what it feels like to have a gun pointed at your temple...
The cold barrel of the gun, pressing against her head, was like an iron bar without any temperature.
She could even hear the sound of the other party's finger pulling the trigger.
The Ace of the Far East's figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he was standing behind her. One of his arms went around her back and strangled her neck, while the other hand was still pointing the gun at her temple. He smiled at He Zhichu. "Young Master He, how have you been?"
He Zhichu's expression froze, and he suddenly understood. "... Were you trying to force me to show myself?"
