C1570 Don't Want to Talk Anymore

He took out the muzzle of a long spear from the gaps between the plants and aimed in Qiao Saangyu's direction. He was already aiming for the shot. His rough knuckles almost squeezed the trigger, but his companion pressed it. He unloaded the gun and threw it to the side and gave him the phone: "Mr. Yin wants to talk to you."

"Mr. Yin." He quickly picked up the phone