"This gentleman,"
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Bai Chenyao had already bypassed him and entered the room directly.
The middle-aged man was visibly displeased, glaring fiercely at Bai Chenyao's back, quickly walking over, ready to curse.
However, before he could make a sound, there was a bang.
The noise wasn't loud, clearly muffled.
But that sound was too common in gunfight movies; it was a gunshot.
Moreover, it was a silenced gunshot.
The middle-aged man's mouth trembled, and his potbellied body shook as if it were on a sieve.
The next second, there was a thud from the closet, and a man in a black suit toppled out of it.
Along with him, a dark gun fell out too.
The middle-aged man fell to his knees with a thud, practically begging through tears.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
"I don't know anything, I really don't know anything, nothing at all!"
