"Sir, that shot just now was aimed at you," Greenfield's subordinate whispered as a reminder.
Greenfield didn't respond to him but instead looked up at Qi Yun, "Mr. Qi, there must be some misunderstanding here, please allow me to make a call."
The door of the cabin had already been closed, cutting off the outside view, and Qi Yun sat back down in the chair.
He actually also suspected that the gunman wasn't directed by Greenfield. It's simple logic; if something happened to him, the other party would also have to face the consequences.
These big shots cherish their lives and likely wouldn't take such a risk.
Yet despite this, Qi Yun still didn't agree to the other party's request, just glanced at him sidelong, "Wait till the gunman is captured."
Greenfield's face stiffened, and he didn't insist further.
At this moment, any explanation seemed pale and weak; Qi Yun not taking direct action towards him already counted as very rational.
