The last time, Mu Qiankun was cornered on the street with nowhere to run. He took two hostages in front of everyone, instantly forcing the police into a standoff.
It was precisely because of those two hostages that Mu Qiankun managed to escape by sheer luck.
"Alright. In a moment, I'll lead them over here! Then..."
"Got it!"
The big guy, who had been listening nearby, quickly chimed in, "But won't grabbing hostages to escape be more trouble? Not only do we have to take care of ourselves, but we also have to manage the hostages? If the police focus on finding the hostages, wouldn't we have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide?"
"That makes sense." Mu Qiankun nodded, feeling the logic in his words.
As he hesitated, suddenly, five or six police cars roared toward them, their sirens blaring. Alarmed, Mu Qiankun immediately realized, "Shit! It must be that bastard Lao Si who got caught! Now they've sold us out!"
