C1756 I Don't Want to Talk Anymore

From the gaps between the plants, a long gun barrel was extended and silently aimed in Qiao Sannyu's direction. He had already aimed and was about to shoot. His rough fingers almost pulled the trigger but was pressed by his companion. He removed the gun and threw it to the side. He gave the phone to him, "Mr. Yin wants to talk to you."

"Mr. Yin