Hei Xiong's forehead had the dark muzzle of a gun pressed against it.
He was so scared that cold sweat was streaming profusely, his entire back soaked with sweat.
"You have ten seconds left," Yu Lingqian said indifferently, as he lightly flicked his finger, loading the bullet into the chamber.
Hei Xiong trembled.
When he saw the sudden appearance of over twenty bodyguards dressed in black suits, exuding a violent and bloody aura, outside the door, his legs weakened, and he fell to his knees on the ground.
With trepidation, he wiped his sweat, "He did touch a woman last night, but it has nothing to do with us, we really don't know anything!"
Yu Lingqian's eyes narrowed as if a storm was swirling within them.
"Click!"
The pistol was directly pressed against his head, Yu Lingqian was almost unable to control his strength.
Word by word, as if bursting through clenched teeth: "Where the fuck is he?"
