"Ten seconds to kill one person!" This sentence echoed in the conference room, the pressure of death enveloping the hostages, some even wetting themselves out of fear, as the stench spread throughout the room.
Hua Qingyi had no more time to think. The opponent had indeed grasped his weakness. As a member of the Huaxia Dragon Soul, his duty was to protect the people of Huaxia. He could not just watch as the people of Huaxia were slaughtered without reacting.
"Ten, nine, eight..." The Middle Eastern gentleman's face showed a fanatical look, as if he was simultaneously anticipating and dreading Hua Qingyi's appearance, using those lives to torment Hua Qingyi's nerves.
Moreover, the opponent said that if he went out again, they wouldn't shoot. But even if they did, what of it? Still, he had to go out, didn't he? Hua Qingyi took a deep breath, knowing full well he might be risking his life by stepping out, yet he had no choice.
