The man was clearly much stronger than Qi; he grasped Qi's wrist and twisted it downwards. Cold sweat seeped from Qi's face, and he looked rather pained.
Jiang Cheng had barely taken a step forward when the man behind pointed a gun at him. "I advise you not to act on impulse. Bullets don't have eyes," the man said lightly.
Jiang Cheng stood still, no longer moving forward. At this moment, he clearly couldn't act rashly, but also couldn't let them remain so arrogant. Jiang Cheng felt a burning anger inside; these men seemed to be mere subordinates, yet due to their guns, they could suppress him. Jiang Cheng thought angrily.
"Should we take them away?" the man behind asked the man in front.
"Of course we should take them away. Appearing here for no reason is certainly suspicious," the man said.
"Let's go! No tricks!" The man waved his gun at Jiang Cheng and the others.
