"Are you handing over the person or not? Song Yun, this is your turf. We're giving you face, but if you don't hand over the murderer soon, don't blame us for smashing the door!"
"That bridesmaid killed one person and injured three others. Does she think she can escape?"
"Yeah, if you don't open the door now, believe us, we'll call the police!"
"Hurry up and let her out! Give our four families an explanation. My son was just participating in wedding hazing; why did she have to stab him so severely?"
The backyard door resounded with loud BANGING. The situation was quite frightening. Judging by the sound, more and more people were gathering outside—mostly relatives and neighbors of the four victims. After hearing about the incident, they had all been called over to lend support.
Song Yun listened to the shouts outside, gritting his teeth. He glanced at Qin Mu. Finally, steeling himself, he snorted coldly, "Don't open the door. Let's wait for the police!"
