Inside the safe house, Yang Qi and Song Yarong exchanged glances. Shinkata Misaki, who hadn't figured out the situation, looked at Yang Qi and then at Song Yarong, unsure of what to say.
"We can't possibly make a decision on this proposal, can we?" Song Yarong murmured quietly, "Shouldn't we consult Mr. Pei?"
"...Let's wait." Yang Qi shook her head, "Let's see what Sun Hang has to say."
"Is Sun Hang...planning to go in?"
Under the watchful eyes of Yang Qi and Song Yarong, Sun Hang pushed open the interrogation room door and walked inside.
He walked up to Yao Yu, stared at him for a few seconds, then drew out his handgun and placed the muzzle against Yao Yu's forehead.
Sun Hang's gun was still the 12.5mm hunting pistol, and as an ordinary person, a shot from this would undoubtedly be fatal to Yao Yu.
To be accurate, this shot wouldn't just blow Yao Yu's entire head apart; his shoulders and chest would likely be blasted away as well.
