Nangong Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly sat on the sofa, and with a flick of his fingers, the gun spun deftly twirling twice before he tucked it back at his waist.
He didn't speak, and Old Miao wasn't in a hurry either.
Nangong Jin felt restless and anxious, pulled out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, lit it, and took a deep drag. Only after that did he calm down, his eyes darkening more than ever, as if exuding a hint of dark energy.
After a long silence, Nangong Jin spoke plainly, "I won't agree. If you dare lay a finger on my wife, I'll wipe out your entire Miaojiang. If you don't believe me, go ahead and try."
Having said that, he pressed the phone button and said coldly, "Come in, arrest him."
Just as he finished speaking, the door opened immediately, and four or five burly men burst in, all holding guns.
Xiaowu stepped forward and said respectfully, "Master Jin."
