Xia Wanjun moved his lips slightly, "I can agree to your request, but..."
Shao Shengxiong only felt a sharp pain in his arm holding the gun, a numbness spread through his arm, and the gun in his hand dropped to the ground.
At the same time, a familiar voice came to his ears, "But even though he agreed, I did not."
Shao Shengxiong looked in disbelief at Gu Shengyin, who stood before him, radiant and spirited, "How is this possible, you clearly..."
"Clearly were injected with a drug and should be lying on the bed, unconscious, right?" Gu Shengyin finished his sentence for him.
Unfortunately for you, your subordinate probably didn't know where to buy a more convincing counterfeit product," Gu Shengyin said, making Shao Shengxiong want to vomit blood.
The gun on the floor had already been picked up by Xia Wanjun's subordinate, and Gu Shengyin knew there was nothing more for her to do.