Seeing so many soldiers, Little Moustache's face turned pale. Luo Xudong couldn't possibly know they've come here; where did these soldiers come from?
Neither Mrs. Qin nor Luo Anguo were yet stuffed into the car. Little Moustache stepped forward, seized Luo Anguo's neck, and aimed the gun at his temple.
"Come closer and he dies!" Little Moustache said, his face fierce.
Seeing him point the gun at Luo Anguo's head, Mrs. Qin immediately felt her legs give way and fell to the ground, unable to stand up despite the efforts of the two men pulling her.
A soldier hid behind the car door and shouted, "You are surrounded. Resist and it's a dead end. Put down your weapons and release the hostages, and leniency can be negotiated!"
"You're full of crap!" Little Moustache said. Though he dressed gentlemanly, he was anything but, spitting harshly on the ground. If they were to put down their guns and hostages now, death would be their only outcome.
