"Mr. Fu, I swear by my faith, with God as my witness, if he truly knows where your wife is, I will help you make him talk and find out her whereabouts."
The muzzle of the gun didn't lower just because he raised his hand and swore. The dark barrel still pointed at the thug on the ground, accompanied by a calm voice, "When it comes to my wife, I trust no one."
"Mr. Fu, you can't do this, you..."
Before he could finish, a gunshot rang out, and a man's scream echoed through Hos Mall.
"Ahhhhhh..."
Blood splattered on Phillips' pant legs and shirt hem, almost blinding him with its redness.
His forehead veins bulged, glaring at Fu Yi, "What are you doing, if you keep this up, you'll kill him!"
Fu Yi couldn't be bothered to lift his eyelids. In the midst of the blood, his indifferent expression made him seem more like a terrorist than the thug writhing and screaming on the ground. The dark handgun once again aimed at the man on the ground.
"Remember anything yet?"
