A group of police officers in combat uniforms rushed up from the first-floor ramp, guns in hand.
Mingyuan's eyes filled with shock and disbelief. How could this be?
When had they secretly stationed themselves here?
How had he not noticed at all?
Had they heard everything he just said?
It was over, completely over.
A chill rose from his feet, instantly spreading throughout his body.
Gaoyi was taken aback, immediately drawing his pistol from his waist and moving behind Changqing, the cold muzzle pressed against Changqing's forehead, his wary gaze watching the police quickly surround them.
The squad leader raised his gun at Gaoyi and shouted loudly, "Put down your weapon immediately!"
Gaoyi pressed the gun against the back of Changqing's head, his eyes filled with panicked desperation, "If you dare to shoot, I'll kill him!"
"You're surrounded by us, don't make any futile resistance."
