"Senior Mu, what are you spacing out for?" Fang Zhiwen wanted Queen Mu to take action and quickly resolve the matter. Nobody would feel comfortable with a gun pointed at them.
"Move it. Stop dawdling." The hostage taker pressed the gun against Tang Zheng's back with force. Tang's composure left him feeling unnervingly uncertain.
Under normal circumstances, Li Huiwen would never pass up an opportunity to build rapport, but with her husband newly dead, she simply didn't have the energy for it.
As they spoke, two more men emerged from the room. They weren't armed with guns but carried a mop with a kitchen knife tied to the end, forming a makeshift spear.
"Not planning to confiscate my handgun?" Tang Zheng raised his hands, a Type 92 handgun hanging from his finger.
The sight of its pitch-black burnished steel immediately startled the three men.
"Don't move!" Two of them shouted nervously, as if Tang Zheng had transformed from harmless prey to a vicious beast.
