Seeing the gun, Yang Xiao's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face as he sobbed, "I... I'm just a seller, earning some hard-earned money, scared of the police. Who have I provoked? Twice a day, the police come to check on me, and now they want to shoot me too. You have the guts to catch bad guys, don't you? Picking on someone like me doesn't show any real skill, wuwuwu..."
Yang Xiao's crying actually fooled the man outside the door, who looked at the arrangement inside the room and thought about it. If he were the type of guy he suspected, why would he need to rely on flesh trading to make a living? Even the least successful Angel Envoy could find a job as a bodyguard if he wanted to.
As the man was contemplating, suddenly two beeps came from the walkie-talkie at his waist, followed by an urgent female voice: "Captain, there's a situation in building 2, room 5029!"