Captive

Li Huowang gripped the kitchen knife in his hand and glared fiercely at the Slicked-back Hair Glasses Man in the distance.

Though they had only met once, Li Huowang recognized him immediately. This guy had been one of the mental patients in his group back at Kangning Hospital. If Li Huowang remembered correctly, his name was Yuan Heping!

"It's you? So you've been one of their people all along!" Breathing rapidly, Li Huowang stepped forward with his knife raised.

Seeing the gleaming blade in Li Huowang's hand and the pitch-black muzzle in Qing Wanglai's, Yuan Heping swallowed hard. "D-Don't get worked up. Murder means paying with your life. We haven't done anything!"

Qing Wanglai moved to Li Huowang's side and pressed down his knife. "They're already cornered. No need to use a blade."

At that moment, Qian Fu and Chen Hongyu came over from behind carrying a jump rope, and immediately tied the two men's hands.

Only after seeing the enemy subdued did Li Huowang lower his knife. With the enemies under control, his attention was immediately drawn to something else.

"Where did you get that gun?!" Li Huowang looked at Qing Wanglai. That thing was far harder to get than a knife.

With such influence at his disposal, Li Huowang had already started doubting Qing Wanglai's identity.

Qing Wanglai smiled, pointed the muzzle in his hand at Wu Qi's head, and before anyone could react, clicked the trigger.

A tiny red flame sprang from the muzzle, swaying gently from side to side.

Wu Qi pulled out a cigarette from her shirt pocket and lit it directly from Qing Wanglai's flame.

"A fake gun?"

"Of course it's fake. This is a society ruled by law. How could I possibly have something as dangerous as a gun? Bought it during Taobao's