Jiang Guangrong heard footsteps outside the iron door and asked softly, "Is it Xianhai?"
The robber who brought Zhang Xianhai was puzzled as he looked at Zhang Xianhai and the hotel's iron door. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "This guy has a beautiful girl by his side. She doesn't care about him, but she does care about this man. They are..."
Pigeon and another robber heard this, and looked at Zhang Xianhai with disgust. Pigeon gently kicked Zhang Xianhai. Zhang Xianhai responded to Jiang Guangrong: "It's me!"
"Damn it, it's you. What are you doing? Take care of them!" Jiang Guangrong was angry.
"What?" The three pigeons were first confused, then shocked, turning pale. They raised the gun to kill Zhang Xianhai. Just as they were about to pull the trigger, a dizzy feeling overwhelmed their minds. Before they could struggle, they fell to the ground, unconscious.
