Everyone was waiting for Pei Zhiyao's decision.
A few police officers stepped forward, just about to say something.
Only to see Pei Zhiyao gritting his teeth, wishing he could tear Zhao Moxuan into pieces.
"Leave everything to the police to handle, but remember, under no circumstances should the hostage be harmed. I'm begging you."
Outside the door, preparations had already begun.
Under Zhao Moxuan's control, Wen Mian gradually felt a hint of panic and fear.
Until Zhao Moxuan abruptly grabbed Wen Mian's wrist.
In the course of their intense eye contact, Zhao Moxuan's gaze contained a myriad of emotions.
Wen Mian reminded him, "Are you sure you have to do this? If you're caught, your crime will be confirmed. If you do nothing, I can tell the police we were just chatting."
Zhao Moxuan's grip on Wen Mian grew increasingly forceful and cruel.
This made his bloodshot eyes even more fearsome, as though he wanted to act but hesitated to take further action.
