Song Haoran Jian, Luo Qiu and You Ye sat quietly in a corner, then walked up to Luo Qiu and asked easily.

"It's okay." Boss Luo simply responded.

He should be a young man from a wealthy family traveling with his family now. It seems that he should not be too calm... So Boss Luo then asked with concern: "Mr. Song, can we get out safely?"

Song Haoran smiled and said: "We will go to the second floor later. The bathroom there has a window. I checked before. There is a sewer next to the window. It should be no problem to climb down. There are police outside. As long as the gangsters are not alerted in the middle, there will be a shootout.

, you should be safe."

"That's good." Luo Qiu nodded.

Song Haoran tore open a pack of biscuits and brought it to Luo Qiu. He blinked and said, "Don't let your lovely female companion starve. This is not the behavior of a gentleman."

Luo Qiu smiled slightly. Song Haoran seemed to be born with a sense of security. He was humorous yet elegant, confident yet orderly, as if he was someone who was confident that he could do everything.

There is a god in your heart, and you are confident that you are that god, so you are powerful.

"Have you ever played with a pistol?" Song Haoran took out a pistol at this time, quickly pulled the safety in front of Luo Qiu, and asked at the same time.

"I have played in the shooting club." Luo Qiu thought for a moment and then said truthfully: "But they are all domestic products."

"Actually, they are almost the same." Song Haoran put the pistol in front of Luo Qiu, along with two clips of bullets. "The real gun is slightly heavier, so when pointing at the enemy, it is best to raise your wrist slightly upward. When shooting like this,

It’s not easy to hit it down.”

He grabbed Luo Qiu's wrist and asked Luo Qiu to hold the pistol, then pointed the gun head at himself and fine-tuned his posture, "Yes, that's what it looks like... Oh, very good, your hands are not too shaky, just a little

potential."

Luo Qiu suddenly asked: "Can you let me hold it?"

"If you meet an enemy and there's a fight between the two sides, I may not be able to take care of you."

Song Haoran waved his hand and said: "The person who can best protect you is yourself. Don't be mentally burdened. These are all murderers with blood-stained hands. If you kill one of them, King Yama may even record you in his merit book.

Credit."

Boss Luo 'relaxed' a little, smiled and said: "I always feel like you are cursing me that I will die soon."

Song Haoran laughed loudly and said: "Slip of the tongue, I'm talking about the future. My old man believes in this tune. He has heard it many times since he was a child. Don't be offended."

"Who is your father?" Luo Qiu raised his head slightly.

Song Haoran didn't seem to want to say more, and just said casually: "He is a hospitable person, especially us Chinese. But he hasn't gone out for a long time and is recuperating at home recently."

Boss Luo didn't continue to ask questions, which seemed natural.

At this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded in the tea room. Dr. French almost jumped up in shock. It turned out that the communicator Batu was carrying rang.

He led Bucky to the toilet and did not return for a long time, which obviously aroused the suspicion of the gangsters.

"Batu, Batu? Can you hear me? Reply, reply! We found the missing fish in the corridor on the fourth floor, and it is a big fish! Party leader Billy! Wherever you are, we will attack immediately! Reply, reply

!”

The intercom kept ringing.
Chapter completed!