"Y-you, who are you people?!"
The man gulped and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
He stared at the black muzzle of the gun, afraid that the gun pointed at his head would burst into flames in the next second.
"Oh my god...!"
Sister Hong's vision blurred and she almost fainted in horror.
Her legs were weak as she stood against the wall, her heart pounding so hard that it felt like it would jump out of her mouth if she opened it.
"Go and find him," Song Yaoyao sneered, threw the gun to Huo Jiu, and ordered calmly.
The petite girl looked innocent and harmless. She wore a white coat over her shoulders, which wrapped around her, making her look delicate.
However...
No one present thought she was actually harmless.
This was a girl who could send a strong man flying with just a slap.
This private room was very large, and there was another small room contained inside.
The door was kicked open.
