Upon hearing Song Zhiheng's words, the security personnel and police officers present paled with alarm.
They had been somewhat relieved that although an incident had occurred today, at the very least the old gentleman's life had been preserved. But now the old gentleman had taken ill again, and if he did not receive medical treatment, he would die!
"Mr. Song, please wait a moment, I'll call and make arrangements right away!"
The police officer who had just been asking questions immediately made a phone call, and before long, a seven-seater business vehicle with a siren blaring on top hurried over.
Seeing the vehicle appear, a hint of joy emerged on Song Zhiheng's face. With the police car and the old gentleman's cover, escaping would be no problem!
His three subordinates also breathed a sigh of relief.
