Yang Fan didn't care about Tan Yaohua's reaction. To achieve his goal, he didn't mind resorting to any means necessary.
"Mr. Tan, since you still have this attitude, I have no choice but to control you first, then find your family." Yang Fan walked toward Tan Yaohua, ready to make a move.
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind: "Stop, don't move, or I'll shoot."
Yang Fan was startled. Often walking by the river, how could one's shoes not get wet? When did this person come in? His skills indeed weren't low.
With a gun pointed at his back, it was quite troublesome indeed. Yang Fan didn't move, thinking of a feasible strategy. This unexpected situation had already disrupted his plan.
And the person's appearance gave Tan Yaohua a glimmer of hope: "Yang Fan, I don't believe you're faster than a gun. I still say the same thing, as long as you leave immediately, I'll pretend all of today's events never happened."
"Heh..." Yang Fan let out a cold laugh.
