As soon as Zhou Li finished speaking, Leng Zirui had already opened the door from inside, mimicking Song Yuh's voice and said three words, "Come in!"
The corridor was dim, and Leng Zirui deliberately stood in the shadows. Even Zhou Li didn't recognize he was impersonating Song Yuh and immediately walked in with a smile, "It's really strange, how did they bring you here?!"
Leng Zirui turned around to close the door, and Zhou Li stood there, curiously looking around. Not seeing anyone else, there was some doubt in his eyes, and he immediately turned to look at Leng Zirui.
Before he could turn his face, Leng Zirui had already stepped forward, grabbed him with his right hand, and pressed him against the wall. Leng Zirui raised his right hand, and the cold gun muzzle was against his forehead.
