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The gun's handle was within reach. Wei Qiang's words were like a spell that bewitched Zhang Xinran. She couldn't help but slowly raise her hand.

Just as her fingertips touched the butt of the gun, Deng Jiajia suddenly grabbed her mother's hand.

"Let me go!" Zhang Xinran looked at her daughter in confusion.

Deng Jiajia's face was almost as pale as her mother's