Strike the snake at seven inches!
Yan Ling knew that these people had significant clout and wouldn't let her go easily.
However, she hadn't anticipated that they would target Yuan Bao.
Yan Ling couldn't maintain her calm any longer and asked hastily, "What have you done to my son?"
The man in the black robe looked at Yan Ling. Seeing her panic, he sneered, "Aren't you fearless? Well, are you scared now?"
His eyes were filled with mockery as if, in his vision, Yan Ling was just a helpless prey trapped in a cage.
"Not just your son, but your colleagues and friends as well. They are all under my control. It's best not to provoke me, or else, their fate will be more miserable than your father's."
After he'd spoken, the man took the gun from Yan Ling's hand. Then, there was a sudden 'bang,' followed by Yan Qianhong's miserable scream.
Looking at Yan Qianhong wailing on the ground, Yan Ling showed no emotion.