A sinister voice echoed from behind Nan Yan.
The man spoke in English, and judging from the faint reflection on the frosted glass of the door, he stood at least 187 centimeters tall and appeared muscular.
The frosted glass's blurry reflection made it impossible to discern any more details.
Nan Yan maintained her posture, not moving, and calmly replied in English, "Sure, but could you please hold your gun steadier?"
The man had initially expected to see a woman begging for mercy with tears, trembling in fear, or even screaming in terror. He was prepared to knock her out if she dared to call for help.
However, Nan Yan's reaction surprised him.
He pressed the gun harder against her lower back, his tone dark as he asked, "Who are you?"
Nan Yan thought for a moment and said, "A student."
"Are you kidding me?"
The man felt like Nan Yan was mocking him.
