The chaos had subsided.
The bald man lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open in death.
Three security guards were dead, and the rest, along with the bald man's subordinates, had been subdued.
Qi Huan, shot in the calf, was pressed down on his knees, his gaze fixed intently on the long-haired man seated in the center of the sofa.
Beside him, Ning Jin, pale and trembling, was held in the man's embrace, seated on his lap.
When Chi Yu was brought in, the man's sickly countenance visibly brightened.
"What a beautiful young lady. Come closer, let me have a look."
The armed man released his grip and aimed his gun at Qi Chao's head, seizing Chi Yu's wrist with a firm grip.
"Brother," he said with a sycophantic smile, "This is my little girlfriend. She's orphaned and particularly pitiable. My father is the CEO of Gao Corporation and has plenty of money. If you capture me, I can have him send fifty million within two hours."