Upon hearing Qiu Minghan's tone, Wang Hu's face changed immediately, just as expected, these people came with ill intentions.
"May I ask, what business do you have with Young Master Qin?"
Wang Hu didn't answer directly but cautiously asked instead.
"Hmph."
Qiu Minghan snorted coldly, glanced at Wang Hu, and extended his right hand towards him, as an extremely cold breath surged from Qiu Minghan's palm.
Swish!
Wang Hu's large body was involuntarily drawn towards Qiu Minghan.
Crack.
Those skinny, narrow hands directly clutched Wang Hu's neck, causing his face to turn crimson instantly.
"I merely asked if he's here. You just need to answer yes or no."
Qiu Minghan stared at Wang Hu coldly and said.
"Let go of Brother Hu!"
Upon seeing this, A Fei's expression changed dramatically. With a touch at his waist, a black pistol appeared in his hand.
The other seven security guards, likewise dressed in black, also drew their pistols and aimed them at Qiu Minghan and his group.
