An ordinarily temperamental person , when speaking during a crisis, naturally becomes much more reliable than those who usually love to disguise themselves, making her fully trust Gu Nuan.
That’s what she said, but even if Zhong Qiaohui didn’t abandon them, there was no telling whether there would be enough time to bring back help to rescue them, as their pursuers were already reaching their doorstep.
Zhou’s enforcer seemed to sense something unusual about the tightly locked wooden door, brought tools to pry it open, preparing to forcefully break through.
The banging and knocking sounds once again filled the passageway.
Unable to control herself, Xiaoliu dashed towards the wall Zhong Qiaohui had crossed, intending to climb over it and escape on her own.
Seeing this, Tang Qingzhong worried that she would make a noise and prompt the thugs outside who were prying the door to speed up, so he rushed over and grabbed her from behind, pinning her to the ground as he cautioned, "Don’t move! Or we’ll all die together!"
Xiaoliu’s eyes immediately turned towards Wa Zicong.
Her look clearly conveyed: It’s your call. You know what I am. You know the benefits of saving me.
In the darkness, Wa Zicong’s brows furrowed.
Feeling that he was about to head towards Xiaoliu, Gu Nuan quickly grabbed his hand and shook her head.
Xiaoliu must not go; she absolutely cannot go now, because her climbing the wall would cause even more noise and provoke the thugs outside to break in.
Wa Zicong looked back at her, and then at Xiaoliu’s expression, feeling torn as if he were in a tug-of-war.
Just then, Gu Nuan spoke up, "Manager Wa, think this through. I know you love money, but if you really do this, even as ghosts, we will haunt you both every day."
"Don’t joke!" Xiaoliu whispered fiercely, her eyes flashing viciously, "Can your lives even compare with mine? Do you know who my grandfather is?!"
Wa Zicong was just about to speak: "Let her—"
Before he could finish, no one expected Gu Nuan to suddenly turn her head and, following with a swift move, slapped Xiaoliu across the face. Dıscover more novels at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵
Tang Qingzhong, who had wanted to discipline this rich girl but hesitated because Xiaoliu was a woman, was shocked as well.
Wa Zicong, startled, called out, "Nuannuan—"
"You can only stay here, whether we live or die together," Gu Nuan said emotionlessly, staring directly into Xiaoliu’s widened eyes, pronouncing each word clearly.
"Manager Wa—" Xiaoliu then looked towards Wa Zicong.
"He can’t decide. You have to listen to me. Otherwise, once we successfully escape, I’ll blow this whole thing up to the media. What do you think the public will think?"
Tang Qingzhong almost felt like whistling, seeing the shock that Gu Nuan’s words had inflicted on both Xiaoliu and Wa Zicong, who fell silent.
However, at this critical moment, it seemed the Goddess of Luck had not yet favored them.
The door lock clicked, showing signs of being pried open by an external force.
Every person in the passageway braced for impact. The men all took off their suit jackets, ready to fight back with all they had.
Zhou answered his mobile phone, obviously annoyed at this crucial moment, and asked loudly, "What’s going on?"
"Run, boss! Police cars are surrounding the KTV!"
The wailing of police cars, from all directions like a tidal wave, besieged the area.
Upon hearing the police were coming, Zhou’s men, who were just a loose mob, scattered like birds shot from a gun, each ditching their weapons and fleeing. There was no unity to resist the police.