Old Zhou stared in disbelief, his eyes widening. "Miss Wu! This is our last chance..."
"I'll say it again, drop the gun!" Wu Muqian's voice carried a desperate, do-or-die resolve.
Old Zhou's hand was still trembling as he gripped the weapon, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but the barrel lowered inch by inch under Wu Muqian's icy gaze.
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