Li Peiqiang shook his head stubbornly and said, "If you want to check, you check first! Moreover, I now feel that it is not safe for everyone to carry guns. Princess, I ask these killers to hand over the guns, and all the guns are disassembled and mixed together. All the bullets are kept by the three of us! If this is not the case, I will definitely not feel at ease!"

"Hahahahaha!"

A arrogant laugh now pierced everyone's eardrums from the side.

Qiao Feng turned his head and saw that Zhao Jiangyuan was playing with the saber in his hand, shook his head, and said sarcastically—

"Old Li, I respect you as an old senior. But what you say now is too joking, right? Everyone knows that a gun can be regarded as a standard for those who are eating our business. You let us remove all the weapons in this environment where we don't know who is the murderer? If you don't trust us, why should we trust you?"

Li Peiqiang raised the gun in his hand and pointed it directly at Zhao Jiangyuan: "So... the god of death is unwilling to disarm?"

"Hmph. Start calling my code name? Is this a decisive signal?"

Zhao Jiangyuan refused to retreat at all, and the gun in his hand was also aimed at Li Peiqiang. Compared with this old man, Zhao Jiangyuan's form looked more relaxed. The degree to which his fingers were pressed on the trigger was more stable than Li Peiqiang, a seventy-year-old man...

"Enough! I've said it many times today! No internal strife! Everyone put away their guns!"

The princess shook her head exhaustedly now, waved her hand very simply, and said-

"I agree with Mr. Li and Mr. Jing Song's inference. It's strange that none of the seven people in the Killer Group are okay now. But on the other hand, perhaps because each of the Killer Group is the top masters of our Liuying Club. It may not be that easy to assassinate them, so the murderer first selects veterans and cadres who have always been in a pampered environment."

"So, now I decided that both of you will hand over the guns! I will let my magic dog disband all these guns and mix them together. No one can shoot again before leaving here! Is this enough?"

Everyone, look at me, I look at you.

Perhaps, these people themselves want to know if there is still a lack of bullets from anyone. And if everyone's guns are confiscated and broken down, at least in terms of safety, it will be much better.

After gaining the acquiescence of everyone, Qiao Feng walked forward one by one and took the gun from their hands.

These heavy murder weapons gave him a cold and gloomy feeling. Holding these guns, he came to the table, carefully decomposed the guns again, and listed all the bullets in them.

These guns have been decomposed today, how many times have they been reorganized?

Qiao Feng has almost forgotten.

His only action now is to disassemble these weapons and repeat this process mechanically.

However, compared to the first time, this time, he disassembled a little faster.

"Princess, no bullet reduction. This time... no one still fired."

When Qiao Feng announced this answer, although everyone was more or less expecting it, more of it was still terrified.

The ghost of bullets...

GHOST………?

Could it be that this assassination that took advantage of the darkness really came from the dead first leader?

Did he come back from the underworld and shoot his former subordinates one by one with an invisible pistol in the dark?

The silent aura seemed even stronger.

After classifying all the bullets of everyone and mixing the guns together to ensure that no one can search for their own guns in a short time to assemble and shoot, Qiao Feng also left the guns and stood aside.

Now, what time is it?

He looked at the phone in his hand... it was already midnight.

How is her situation?

Is today a very fast day for her?

But for me, it's so long...

Seeing these people who were still holding up the cold weapons in their hands to confront each other, no one could believe it. Qiao Feng once again tentatively pressed the phone in his hand.

Listening to the beep on the other side, he felt that he was almost going crazy.

Click.

"Brother Joe...?"

At that moment, the lights in the banquet hall were gone again.

With the chaos in my mind, Qiao Feng did not move in the darkness.

There are noisy footsteps in my ears.

It is obvious that many people's breathing intersect each other here.

Can the heart... still withstand this moment of pressure?

Why is darkness so terrifying?

It's horrible...it's like a nightmare that you can never wake up...

Wow————————!!

The gunshots sounded, and Qiao Feng was so shocked that he lay on the ground.

With the sound of "Brother Qiao? Where are you?" in his ears, Qiao Feng no longer knew whether he was happy or frightened now!

Listening to this childish voice, Qiao Feng felt the feeling of absolutely no threat for the first time today.

Just like the first time I saw her...

This little girl... This little girl who is the same age as her but is plagued by illness is so simple. She will not pose any threat to herself. As long as she can be by her side...

You can feel extremely at ease.

"Woo………………………………………………?”

The lights are on.

Everyone was desperately searching around them, which seemed to have become a habit.

It didn't take long for the scene that everyone "expected" appeared in front of everyone "without surprise".

"Is this over? The sixth one."

Sun Long's fist was tightly pinched. After all, the body was right at his feet.

Li Peiqiang.

A red light burst out in front of the old man's chest.

He fell in the corner of the wall like that, holding the crutch in front of him with both hands as if he wanted to resist.

However, this kind of resistance is not even a form.

"Where is the gun? Gun!"

Huang Xiaoyan turned around and looked at the desktop.

The bunch of messy gun parts were still placed there. Although the bullets were rolled all over the floor, after picking them up and counting them a little, it was obvious that no bullets disappeared.

The gunshots sounded, but no bullets disappeared?

Where did the bullets that shot these people fire?

How many more people does this ghost want to kill?!

Qiao Feng held the phone in his hand and stayed there, forgot to speak.

It seemed that I couldn't hear Qiao Feng's voice for too long, and the sound on the other side of the phone began to seem a little anxious.

"Brother Qiao? What's wrong with you? What's the sound just now?"

After being called by this soft voice, Qiao Feng felt like he was poured directly from his head by a basin of cold water!

For a moment, he was even so excited that he couldn't hold back the phone!

"Hey? Hey? Xia Yu? Xia Yu is really you?"

Qiao Feng's sudden speech made everyone around who had already fallen into a sad atmosphere come to their senses. Before Xia Yu could speak on the phone, Sun Long had already rushed over and grabbed the phone from his hand and put it in his ears.

"Hey! Is it the girl brought by Qiao Feng? Can you hear us? Let me tell you, come to the third floor immediately! Did you hear it on the third floor?!"

With a snap, the other end of the phone hung up directly. Sun Long heard the phone in his hand and saw that there was no sound, he immediately smashed it to the ground in anger!

"Hey hey hey! Don't be excited! You'll be bad!"

Huang Xiaoyan hurriedly walked around from the side, reached out to copy before the phone hit the ground, and almost rescued the phone and threw it back to Qiao Feng.

"Hurry up, call again and ask that girl to save us. Also, don't scare the little girl! That little girl is our life-saving straw now!"

Qiao Feng nodded, turned around and looked at the princess next to him.
Chapter completed!