Ji Wei looked at Zimei in astonishment.
"Go to the bedroom and change your clothes."
Zimei spoke indifferently, then turned around and walked back to the middle-aged man’s side.
Her clothes were soaked and needed to be changed.
Ji Wei didn’t hesitate much, silently grabbed the clothes and the gun on top of them, and quickly walked into the bedroom.
She changed her clothes as swiftly as possible, opting for flat shoes that would facilitate movement, and tied her hair into a ponytail that fell neatly at the back of her head.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Ji Wei felt that she possessed a certain air of bravery.
She was stunned for a second before her gaze shifted to the handgun placed by the bed.
It was the first time she had truly laid eyes on a pistol, and the thought of this deadly weapon both terrified and intrigued her.
Fortunately, her military training sessions had taught her how to handle firearms. After hesitating for a long moment, Ji Wei finally picked up the gun, placing her index finger on the trigger, slightly curling it.
Feeling the weight of the pistol, Ji Wei realized her palms were already faintly sweaty.
Just as she was debating whether to carry the gun or not, a sudden knock sounded on the door—three deliberate taps.
Ji Wei swiftly tucked the gun into the pocket of her pants and walked over to open the door.
At the doorway, Zimei scanned Ji Wei from head to toe before lazily parting her red lips to spit out three words: "Not too bad."
With that, she turned around and began to walk ahead on her own. "Come on, let’s plan how we’re going to save them."
Meanwhile, in another room, since Gu Moqian had entered, the three assassins hadn’t relaxed their vigilance for even a moment, their gun barrels aimed straight at him.
In contrast, Gu Moqian stood there composed and unflinching, showing no trace of fear or hesitation.
Even with his gun confiscated and no weapon to rely on, even dressed in nothing but a thin white shirt stained with a large patch of blood at the shoulder from a grazing bullet wound, he remained imposing. Standing tall and graceful, his deep, profound eyes seemed to weigh heavily on the ruthless killers before him, exerting invisible pressure.
Meanwhile, Qiu Yi, the head of the business consortium, along with several other senior leaders, knelt on the floor with their heads bowed, not daring to utter a sound. Judging by their trembling forms, they were clearly terrified out of their wits.
Leading the group, Miyata Ichiro spoke in halting Mandarin: "Mr. Gu, you would be wise to seriously consider our proposal; otherwise, you and these people will all die here."
"Release them first. These people are innocent," Gu Moqian replied steadily, his gaze fixed on Miyata Ichiro.
From the moment he saw that the other party was Japanese, he had roughly deduced their origins.
That old man from the Ji Family truly hadn’t held back. To protect his only grandson, he had even resorted to hiring foreign mafia to act as assassins and eliminate him.
Not only that, the old fox hoped to force him to surrender the Gu Family’s trade secrets, crippling them while wreaking havoc on him personally. Truly, his schemes were intricate.
But things wouldn’t necessarily go as he wished.
"Mr. Gu, as long as you agree to my terms, these people will be returned unharmed. Time is running out, Mr. Gu, don’t waste your breath with pointless talk," Miyata Ichiro said while glancing at his wristwatch.
Staying here for too long would only increase their risk. They needed to resolve the matter quickly and retreat.
Gu Moqian recognized that the other party was growing anxious, but he didn’t yield: "Release them first."
His voice remained cold and steady, as if the barrels of the guns aimed at him were nothing but air.
Annoyed, Miyata Ichiro frowned deeply, his tone losing its initial politeness and becoming sharper with impatience and irritation: "I’ll give you just one minute to decide. If you don’t agree, I’ll kill one of them first!"