Mu Wan's palms were sweaty with tension.
She had no idea what had happened between the two men in the past. Was it so serious that it had to be solved with gunfire?
Mu Wan held her breath, the entire bank atmosphere frozen to ice, even though the police outside were already raring to move.
After a while, Feng Lie looked at the man in front of him, who showed no signs of dodging, and pursed his thin lips.
"I have to take him back for interrogation. He's involved in a drug trade."
Feng Lie's large hand clenched into a fist, almost as if he would crush his own bones.
Just now, he seemed confident, everything under control, all indifferent.
In reality, he was waiting for Qin Mu's reaction, and Qin Mu... truly showed no sign of evasion.
So... I still lost.
Feng Lie abandoned the notion of shooting.
Feng Lie quickly stepped forward, raised his hand to handcuff the man's wrist, and took his wallet out of the man's pocket.
