Mu Nancheng was dumbfounded when he saw Mu Anran distort the truth like this.
But following his shock was an even more surging rage.
He rushed forward, grabbed Mu Anran, raised his right hand, and slapped her across the face, "You unfilial daughter! How dare you frame me? I—I'll kill you!"
"Bang!"
After a gunshot, Mu Nancheng only felt a sharp pain in his right hand.
His right hand was shot clean through, and blood was gushing out.
"Ahhhh!"
Frightened, Qin Fei and Mu Xue turned pale; they quickly crouched down, hugged their heads, and screamed in terror.
Mu Nancheng's right arm trembled as he incredulously turned his head to look toward the door.
There, a SWAT officer had raised a pistol, its dark muzzle pointed at him, "Raise your hands, step back, and don't harm her anymore. Otherwise, next time I fire, it won't just be your hand."
Mu Nancheng was immediately petrified, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees.