Unfortunately, Ye Ruoxi's hands are now completely useless.
She can't even hold a phone, so how could she possibly hold a gun?
"Is that so?" Huang Qingtian glanced coldly at the people pointing guns at him, and then spoke: "If you're smart, move those guns aside now and let me take the little one to the hospital! I might consider leaving you a way out."
These people are not professional gunmen.
For Huang Qingtian, taking them down is not a problem at all.
It's just that it would waste some time.
And Huang Qingtian was worried this would delay the treatment time for his little one. Thus, Huang Qingtian proposed this solution.
But after hearing Huang Qingtian's words, these people laughed.
It was as if what Huang Qingtian said was not a suggestion but a joke.
Those mocking Huang Qingtian naturally included Ye Ruoxi!
"Hehehe... Huang Qingtian, I think you've lost it! Your life is in our hands now, do you think you still have the leverage to negotiate with me like a stray dog?"
