Zhang Xiaomeng noticed that the woman being brought out was tall and graceful with an innocent look. Terror filled her eyes, but it couldn't hide her beauty, which was as breathtaking as the ephemeral bloom of a night-blooming cereus.
The woman's aura was clearly not that of an ordinary person.
Zhang Xiaomeng faintly felt that this woman resembled someone, but he couldn't quite remember who at the moment.
At that moment, he held a gun and tossed another to Murong Yu.
"Take this for protection."
"I don't know how to use it."
"Just scare them with it, but don't actually shoot. If you do, you might kill someone."
Murong Yu giggled softly, saying, "Got it."
Although the gun was quite heavy in her hand, it gave her an extra sense of security.
Meanwhile, a huge change was happening outside the door.
The voice from the loudspeaker announced that the hostage the gunman had taken out was the heiress of the wealthy Zhang Family—Zhang Wanqiu.
