Jian Yuan smiled when he heard Feng Zhexuan's words and said, "So, you did see me that day. Now you already know what you owe me. You should return what you owe me and get out of my way."
Feng Zhexuan stood unmoving and glanced at the shadow behind the door. Noticing his gaze, Xiao Wu nodded and made a series of hand gestures.
Wei Zheming focused his gaze on the gun held by Jian Yuan and whispered, "Zhexuan, the police should be here in a moment. We should buy more time."
Glancing at his watch, Jian Yuan saw that fifteen minutes had passed. Looking at how calm Feng Zhexuan was, he frowned and thought for a moment.
Feeling that something was wrong, he hugged Yan Yuling's shoulder and pointed the gun at her. Pulling her with him, he walked toward the helicopter and said, "Joker, get out of my way."
Feng Zhexuan refused to move and said, "Zero, let go of my wife."
Annoyed by his stubbornness, Jian Yuan chuckled and said, "You are asking for it."
