Lu Zheng faced Li Ying, while Lin Wan moved behind Li Ying to untie her ropes.
Moments ago, the second and third of those four people were knocked out by Lin Wan and Lu Zheng, the first was slammed into the wall by Lu Zheng, and the middle-aged man lay on the ground in severe pain but remained conscious.
Seeing that the two were not paying attention, the middle-aged man gave the first man a look. The first man endured the intense discomfort, spitting blood as he reached into his pocket to pull out a gun.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man extended his right hand, slowly reaching for the dagger tucked in his back waist.
"Watch out!"
Li Ying saw the first man reaching for the gun and couldn't help but shout in surprise.
Lin Wan pressed Li Ying's shoulder and smiled slightly, "Stay calm."
The next moment, Lu Zheng casually picked up a pen from the table and flicked it.
"Swoosh!"
"Thud!"
"Ah!!!"
The man's palm was pierced by the pen, and the gun fell, prompting a scream of agony.
