The others stood up in panic, pushing and shoving as they ran out. The female guests had already fled in fear, and the scene was chaotic.
"Whoosh..."
The jostled dining table suddenly tilted, and a soup pot fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
The silver handgun unexpectedly fell to the floor.
The soup pot was just where Yin He had been sitting, and it contained a handgun. There was no doubt that this gun was brought in by Yin He. Long Linger was stunned for a moment. If Yin He brought the gun in, then there could only be one purpose: to assassinate the President. As Yin He's date, she was naturally under great suspicion too. Faced with the gunpoints of those agents, Long Linger's mind went into overdrive. She reached out to grab the gun, just as she was about to get hold of it, a foot swung through the air, kicking the handgun far away.
She immediately lunged to retrieve it, but his large hand grasped her shoulder, pulling forcefully.
