Crack, crack, crack.
Suddenly, a series of sounds of removing a safety catch rang out from several cars. The expressions on everyone's faces were different; some were conflicted, some had a touch of ferocity as if anger was about to burst forth from their hearts, and others were just indifferent, as if they had seen through the worldly ways.
The people in front of Zhang Su were far worse than those in West Camp Village before, making Zhang Su completely lose interest in negotiating.
"Brother Su, I'd like to have a word with them, is that okay?"
Yu Qing held a rifle, unlocked the safety, chambered a bullet, and walked to the driver's seat to ask Zhang Su.
Zhang Su glanced at the gun in Yu Qing's arms, squinted his eyes, this kind-hearted female teacher seemed to have changed somewhat, so strike while the iron is hot and let her see reality clearly!
"I can allow you to talk to them, but if negotiations break down, you'll be responsible for cleaning up the mess, understood?"
