This handsome man was naturally Hua Qingyi, who was about to impersonate Xiao Lin. As soon as he entered, he saw the four armed robbers behind the man sitting at the conference table preparing to shoot. Their actions were remarkably synchronized and incredibly rapid. The gunshots rang out just as Hua Qingyi swiftly dodged away.
The rapid, muffled gunfire echoed in the confined space of the conference room, causing the timid hostages to scream in fright, some even fainting on the spot.
The bullets sliced through the air in volleys, just narrowly missing Hua Qingyi's fading shadow. However, Hua Qingyi's body technique was incredibly fast; to the average eye, it appeared as if his silhouette moved even faster than the bullets. Of course, to a trained eye, it was not that Hua Qingyi was faster than bullets, but rather quicker than the shooters.