"I just want to see what that kid is capable of."
He still remembered these words. Song Qian watched Ye Tian and another person descend the stairs, yet Ye Tian's words still echoed in her ears.
"Remember, don't shoot, it would be problematic if we injure the hostages."
Ye Tian's voice came from downstairs, snapping Song Qian to attention, still unaware of the situation on the scene. As she regained her composure, lying on the ground and peering through the scope, she saw a different scene—a burly figure holding a gun, seemingly in control of both the fourth and fifth floors. Only the people on the sixth floor were still held by the terrorists.
"Ye Tian, where are we going now?" Pig Hu, jerked around by Ye Tian's frantic driving, loudly asked.
"To the scene, to storm the terrorists!"
"Are you insane?"
"I am insane! I've been waiting for this day for a long time! This is a blood debt! If we can't beat the tiger, beating a couple of flunkies is also good enough!"
