C738 Your Director Got a Heatstroke!

"Gulp."

Ma Yong swallowed hard, his entire body quivering with nerves. "Miss, let's, let's talk this out..."

Dongfang Ningyun stood opposite him, a long-barreled pistol in her grip. The weapon shimmered with a silver sheen, its precision components exuding an aura of chilling ruthlessness and lethal intent—mirroring the look in Dongfang Ningyun's eyes