Aqib was about to pull the trigger. There was no one else in the cabin, and even the old woman who had been protecting her was not here.
Ji Nuan thought she might die this time, but luckily, she didn't implicate Mo Jingshen.
She shivered and closed her eyes slowly, but the sweat seeping from her nose tip was a clear sign of her fear and nervousness, which should not be the instinctive response of a trained informant or spy.
Aqib glanced at her hesitantly, but then he thought he shouldn't spare her life. Just as he was about to kill her, Dali ran in from the outside.
Dali said something hurriedly. It seemed that an accident happened.
Aqib paused as he held up his gun. He turned his eyes from Dali to Ji Nuan, speaking in English, "Mr. Control is the guest of honor we 'invited' here. He hasn't eaten or drunk anything for four days. No matter how strong he is, his mind and body can no longer support him. Now he has collapsed and can die at any moment."
