"Mom, a gun! That's a gun! He's going to kill us! Mom!" Bai Wei finally cried out in terror.
Ou Mufeng also started to feel afraid, especially after another bottle of wine smashed hard onto her head, her fear escalated.
Madman!
This was definitely a madman; he had lost all reason, lost all humanity.
Finally overcome with panic upon hearing her daughter's cries, she too struggled to lift her head to glance at the table. Seeing that there was indeed a pitch-black gun lying there, she felt as if all her strength had been drained from her. Her head, covered in blood and glass, began to tremble with fear.
"Who... who are you? I don't know what you're talking about?"
"Don't know? Shall I help you remember?" Just a glance from the corner of his eye, and immediately, the black-clad men who had been standing by in the living room came over, dragged her up from the ground, and propped her onto a chair.
