Yang Fan approached Gao Yang and, as if remembering something, said, "Right, if I go out alone, will your men riddle me with bullets like a hornet's nest?"
The cold-faced Gao Yang understood everything in that moment; this kid wanted to be escorted out by him, indeed a cunning and venomous fellow. "Fine, I'll take you out."
"Then I must trouble Mr. Gao, please." Yang Fan made a gesture of invitation.
Gao Yang opened the door and walked in front, with a hundred people holding their guns at Yang Fan, not to mention the snipers lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal shot at any moment.
Gao Yang waved his hand, and everyone stepped aside.
Yang Fan caught up with Gao Yang: "Mr. Gao, do you want to play a game?"
"What?" He had no interest at all.
"Have these people shoot at me, or let the snipers shoot, and let's see which one of us dies first."
