Who could have expected that just when things were going so well, the situation would suddenly change again?
For a moment, Fu Qian could really relate to the prime minister's feelings at Shangfang Valley.
"What are you doing?"
His sudden outburst promptly drew a scream from Michelle.
That executive really had it rough. The emotional whiplash she'd experienced today had been too much to handle.
The security here might have been poorly equipped, but they were still competent.
Within seconds of Fu Qian pressing his gun to the old expert's head, a whole group of people came rushing in.
"What are you people even doing? How did he get a gun in here?!"
Michelle's fear immediately turned to anger.
"That's impossible. My people searched him, and the detector at the entrance didn't react at all..."
Under her scolding, someone who looked like a Captain tried to offer a feeble explanation in a low voice.
"Where is the thing?"
Fu Qian couldn't be bothered with their confusion. He coldly interrogated the old expert instead.
"Don't tell him!"
The old expert's face had been squeezed purple, but before he could answer, Michelle barked at him.
"The gun's fake! Grab him!"
At the same time, the security team's report gave her a sudden burst of confidence, and she took control of the situation again.
Bang!
Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, a bullet blew apart her skull and sent her whole body crashing backward.
"Where is the thing downstairs?"
With effortless composure, Fu Qian lowered his hand, then pressed his gun against the old expert again and repeated his question amid the room's stunned silence.
Uh...
With such a vivid example before him, the old expert—who had been putting on quite a show just moments ago—hurriedly opened his mouth. But all he managed