Bai Yan held in his hand the petite silver handgun, which President An had once paired for him. Bai Yan always carried it on his body.
For these ordinary people, nothing could be more intimidating than a handgun.
The middle-aged men who had been continuously forcing Li Xiaoman to drink, one after another, found it hard to swallow, their eyes tremblingly fixed on the handgun in Bai Yan's hand, fearing that he might just shoot them if he got upset.
Li Xiaoman looked up at An Baichen, her beautiful eyes brimming with affection.
This domineering man had saved her once again.
"Master..."
Li Xiaoman murmured, her heart feeling as if it were about to melt away.
"Quick... quickly call someone! Call for help!"
These people's legs trembled as they whispered to each other, trying to sneak out their cellphones.
"Bang!"
"Boom~Crash!"
The gunshot, the cellphone exploded!
