Then he leaned on his walking stick, walked to the reception desk, put a pistol on it, and looked at the receptionist who was still screaming loudly in front of him. He flashed a soft smile and whispered.
"Don't be scared, miss. I mean no harm. You can stop your screaming for now."
"I just need to ask a few questions..."
At that moment, he spotted seven girls huddled on a sofa inside an office with glass walls. He paused, picked up the pistol lying on the desk, and pointed it at the receptionist who was still screaming.
"No need to worry. I've never seen a receptionist act like a fire alarm before."
"Change your behavior next time."
"Bang."
With the sound of the gun, the screaming stopped abruptly.
After that, he took the gun, leaned on his walking stick, and headed towards the office. As he pushed the glass door open and looked at the seven girls huddled on the sofa, he laughed lightly, looking pleased.
"Good evening, ladies."
And at that moment...