Yu Minglang handed the loudhailer to Qian. Qian had already thought through what she wanted to say on the way over, so she picked it up and spoke straight into it.
"I'm psychologist Chen Xiaoqian. I'm right outside the door. Do you want to talk?"
It was almost a full minute before there was any response from inside.
"Since you've come from afar, you're a guest. Please, beautiful Chen Xiaoqian, come in and let's have a private chat."
"There's no way I'm going in alone." Qian saw Yu Minglang's hand signal and followed his instructions.
"Your only way out right now is to release the hostages. Everything you're doing is pointless."
"Pointless? Hahahaha! If it was pointless, would you even be here? Beautiful women are like scarce resources perched on the tip of a pyramid. There's always a car to pick you up, and you only show up in a few specific circles. Ordinary nobodies probably can't even meet you, right? But I still managed to get you over here easily."
