Behind the sofa, Yang Fan finally spoke: "You've prepared thoroughly, really going all out to kill me."
"As long as you know. Come out right now." Helena Taylor, holding a gun, didn't dare to advance rashly. This guy's Silver Needles were as deadly as bullets; two of her companions were already dead. The only thing she could do now was force this guy out, into a position where the snipers outside could take a shot. Only then might there be a chance.
"Miss, you're too naive."
Yang Fan finished speaking without moving, a few Silver Needles flew out from behind the sofa.
Helena Taylor was taken aback, quickly dodging to avoid the deadly Silver Needles.
But the next moment, before she could regain her footing, Yang Fan leaped from behind the sofa, charging straight at her, deftly grabbing the wrists holding her gun and pressing them to the ground.
A slight force, and the gun dropped to the ground, kicked away by Yang Fan.
