"Don't kill me, let's talk, spare me!!" Manager Zhao was so scared that his hair stood on end, and his attitude took a 180-degree turn; he had never seen anything like this.
"I've said it was a misunderstanding. I'm really angry today, don't provoke me." Yang Xiao forcefully patted Manager Zhao's face and then slowly withdrew the gun.
The woman sitting not far away saw the gun in Yang Xiao's hand, instantly bit her lips and fell silent, tears swirling incessantly in her eyes.
Yang Xiao wasn't in the mood to comfort her; he ordered Manager Zhao and the two security guards to go to the wall, raise their hands, and stand facing it, then he sat down to wait for the police.
About 10 minutes later, several police officers entered, pushing the door. Upon seeing the police, Manager Zhao immediately sprang to life, loudly asking the police to subdue Yang Xiao, claiming he had a gun.