Lance Lockett gripped the gun in his hand, "You, come in alone."
Wyatt Wright gave Ralph Myers a look, signaling him to stop, and then walked into the store by himself.
His gaze scanned all the hostages, including Rae Bennett, without lingering on her.
He couldn't afford to give Rae Bennett any special attention, not even an extra glance.
Finally, he looked at Lance Lockett.
Lance Lockett was also looking at him, with a sharp and shrewd gaze, "Are you Young Master Nine?"
Young Master Nine had shown his face at Group Headquarters, but he always wore a mask.
Wyatt Wright spoke up, calm in the face of danger, "You should recognize my voice."
Indeed, it was him.
His face resembled Ninth Master's.
"Stop this if you want to save your life," Wyatt Wright's negotiation tone wasn't as cautious as that of a negotiation expert, but carried a certain ease and composed confidence.
