"Thud!"
Zhao Dalong, without uttering a single word, knelt down crisply, on both knees, enduring the pain and making sure he knelt firmly.
Everyone at the scene was shocked, no one daring to breathe out loud. The deterrence of the handgun was too strong, and even though they were in a hospital, no one dared to bet on being rescued.
Lei Wenting was trembling. She was infinitely relieved that Su Sheng had not pulled a gun on her back then, otherwise she might have been frightened into kneeling as well.
"Director, let's talk this out calmly. If Zhao Dalong has done anything wrong, we will definitely handle it seriously."
Guang Qing had no choice but to step forward because if a shooting did occur, he would be finished and scapegoated.
"Thud!"
Su Sheng kicked out, directly hitting Zhao Dalong in the face, but he controlled it, not using too much force, or else he could have killed the man.
