That black police pistol sat quietly on the desk. The sun sprinkling on it showed the arrogance and toughness of its domineering master vividly.
The room was so quiet that one could even hear a needle drop on the floor.
The fat flesh on the face of Niu Jinhan was twitched and trembled. The pupils of his eyes carried a hint of a chill, as well as doubt. It was definitely impossible to surrender Yang Ruo Ruo! They had just treated that girl like that... if she was taken away by the police now... God knows what she would say. Things could get very troublesome!
