"So, what you're saying is that I'm still of use to you, aren't I?"
"If that's how you want to understand it, I can't help it, but I'm telling you, I won't harm you."
"Alright, I understand."
"What about now?"
"It's fine, let them in. Since things have already come to this point today, just like you said, even if I were to run away now, what could possibly happen? I believe it wouldn't be any better than the current situation."
"Okay."
After finishing her words, Han Xuemei stood up. She just let out a long sigh of relief, having finally dealt with this man.
"What's in your hand?"
At this moment, Han Xuemei noticed that his right hand was always hidden at his side.
She remembered that when she first arrived, someone had already told her that he should have a weapon in his hand. Now, she believed it must be in his right hand.
Following that, Zhao Guangchen straightened out his hand, and sure enough, the size of a fist, a piece of metal now lay in his palm.
