Looking at the service gun in Bai Feifei's hand, Song Tianpeng's eyes narrowed. Was this girl for real?
And Huang and his gang were so frightened that they hugged their heads and crouched on the ground.
Despite their usual bravado and their eagerness to hack this and that, they would cower at the sight of police.
Especially this excessively beautiful, excessively well-built policewoman who had drawn her gun, they were even more cowed.
"I'm the eldest young master of the Song Family of Jingcheng!"
Song Tianpeng glared at Bai Feifei and shouted coldly.
"Believe it or not, one phone call and you'll be out of a job!"
Hearing the words "Song Family of Jingcheng," Bai Feifei's gaze flashed and she slowly raised the service gun in her hand.
Song Tianpeng, staring at the dark muzzle, widened his eyes. This girl actually dared to point a gun at him?!
"You... you..."
"Say one more word, and I'll shoot. Believe it?"
Bai Feifei said coldly.
"..."
