Qian felt that she should treat Qiao Zhen and his wife to a meal when she returned; it was doable and considerate since they hadn't forgotten to prevent other women's eyes from indulging in Xiaoqiang's ice cream at such a critical moment.
Yu Minglang resigned himself to continue undressing.
He stripped down to the last piece.
"Can you see it now? There's no way he could hide any weapons on him anymore. I guess next you're thinking of having him unload the revolver and hand over the single bullet, aren't you?" Qian noted that Yu Minglang had stripped down enough and continued to speak.
"Exactly!"
The opposing voice clearly lacked the previous steadiness. So much of what Qian said was exactly what he was thinking, which inevitably shook the bad guy's original confidence.
Yu Minglang stripped down enough, unloaded all the bullets, and left just one, which he stuffed through the modified peephole.
He was now a man without weapons.
