The last person was easy to handle. Taking advantage of his distraction, Xu Qinghuan disabled his arm with a single shot. As the gun fell, Jiang Xingye was about to rush over, but Xu Qinghuan stopped him.
After three more shots rang out, disabling the opponent's limbs, Xu Qinghuan finally went over and kicked him, asking in Japanese, "Are you here to capture Jian Jingchuan's daughter?"
"You're the one?" Seeing Xu Qinghuan's face, the Japanese man's eyes widened with regret, frustration, and hatred flooding his expression, seeming ready to grind his teeth to dust.
There were fifteen of them in total, all accounted for here.
Xu Qinghuan neither confirmed nor denied, not knowing Jian Jingchuan's daughter but knowing Jian Jingchuan well enough through Uncle Li and others. Considering someone like him, serving the country selflessly, even his daughter was in danger, she couldn't turn a blind eye to it.
She didn't mind about the mistaken identity.
