Faced with Ou Chenyu's demand, An Churan shook her head: "You came so suddenly, how could I have had time to make a backup?"
"Bang!" Ou Chenyu didn't say a word, raised his gun and shot through the head of a researcher.
"Thud." The body fell to the ground.
An Churan's face turned pale: "You?!"
"Thirty seconds." Ou Chenyu took out his phone, opened the timing app, placed it on the table, and said flatly, "Thirty seconds per round. If you don't speak, I'll kill another one, then the next round."
Time ticked away second by second.
The atmosphere was cloaked in a cloud of gloom, the researchers shivering, and An Churan was nearly biting her teeth to pieces.
The thirty-second countdown ended.
Just as Ou Chenyu raised his gun, An Churan closed her eyes, her voice trembling slightly: "Don't... I'll give it to you..."
She reached into her undergarments and took out a storage chip hidden inside.
The old man exclaimed: "Xiaohan?!..."
