"Good, very good! Mr. Gu, you're quite bold. I see there's no need to count down anymore. I'll blow his brains out right now!"
Miyata Ichiro angrily finished speaking, abruptly aiming the gun in his hand at Qiu Yi, who was kneeling on the floor.
Qiu Yi gritted his teeth without saying a word, but his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably with fear.
Gu Moqian's face subtly changed. "Wait—"
Just as the words left his mouth, at the very moment Miyata Ichiro pulled the trigger, a gunshot suddenly sounded in the room!
BANG!
A bullet came piercing through the thick curtains from outside.
Though it didn't hit Miyata Ichiro, and could even be said to have been fired randomly at the ceiling of the room.
But the shot successfully drew the attention of Miyata Ichiro and his men, and the gun that had been aimed at Qiu Yi's head immediately shifted direction, unleashing a barrage of shots toward the window.
After the gunfire, there was no movement outside—only an eerily quiet stillness.
