"Wang Jiu! We meet again." Qin Jian's restrained gaze bore down between Wang Jiu's brows, his thin lips slightly parted to gently utter a sentence.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Wang Jiu's eyes, followed by a moment of panic, which he quickly concealed: "Commander Qin! Who would have thought you would take matters into your own hands? It seems this woman in my grasp is quite important to you."
"Yes. You're right," Qin Jian did not deny.
This response genuinely surprised Wang Jiu.
To dare so openly acknowledge, how much confidence must he have in himself?
Confident enough to believe he could take the hostage away unharmed from his clutches.
"It seems you are truly overconfident. She's in my hands, my gun barrel is aimed right at her temple, if I pull the trigger at this moment, she wouldn't last even twenty seconds before dying," Wang Jiu said.
