"Fourth Young Master, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. We didn't know that was the Fourth Young Master's Wife."
Mu Liang placed Qiao Xia on the sofa nearby, drew the pistol from his lower back, and fired two consecutive shots, shattering two of the closed-circuit television cameras in the police station. His drawing of the gun was almost a subconscious reaction, prompting all the officers to draw their weapons, aiming at Mu Liang.
The six men behind Mu Liang, including Gu Xiaowu, all drew their guns in unison, which was more terrifying than the officers. They all loaded their weapons as if on Mu Liang's command, ready to execute a massacre in the precinct.
The inspector's heart raced to his throat.
The situation was on the brink of eruption.
Qiao Xia coughed a few times and slowly regained consciousness.
It was as if the inspector snapped back to reality and yelled, "Put down your guns, put them down now!"
