Song Guanchao, though he kept his head down, his attention had been on Fu Cheng all along.
Seeing Fu Cheng answer the call, Song Guanchao quickened his pace.
But in the next second, he saw Fu Cheng look up at him.
Rage blazed in his eyes.
Song Guanchao inwardly cursed, realizing it was bad news.
Even though he didn't know who made that call,
It was obvious that Fu Cheng had figured out what had happened.
As Fu Cheng stood up from his seat, Song Guanchao reached towards a nearby table.
Next to the table, a couple was dining.
Suddenly, the woman saw a large hand appear.
Then, the knife she was using to cut her steak was snatched away by the other party.
The woman reflexively looked up, only to witness a scene she would never forget.
The moment Song Guanchao grabbed the steak knife, Fu Cheng's hand had already reached toward his waist, gripping his service weapon.
He raised the gun, the dark muzzle aimed straight at Song Guanchao!
