The bald man was named Xiang Wu.
After his voice fell, both outside and inside fell into a brief silence.
He was waiting for the police's response, while the police outside were probably discussing their next move.
Time seemed to flow very slowly, so slow that it was torturous for Zhang Hu and his companions.
Murderer! Fugitive! Hostage! Held captive!
These critical keywords were usually only seen in TV dramas.
But now, these scenes were unfolding right before their eyes.
And the role they were playing was that of the hostages.
Nicely put, they were hostages, but bluntly, they were fish on Xiang Wu's chopping board.
Life and death were both in Xiang Wu's hands.
They were very panicked, not just Zhang Hu and the beautiful woman, but Wang Chen was also very scared.
However, he appeared slightly more composed than Zhang Hu and the others.
And the reason for his composure was not because Wang Chen was particularly formidable or that he had experienced similar grand scenes.
