Meanwhile, Jiang Jingming had already taken care of all the people on the perimeter.
"Don't move." Jiang Jingming aimed the gun at the man with the scar.
The man with the scar looked at Jiang Jingming's appearance without a hint of panic: "I didn't expect you to come so quickly."
Jiang Jingming's expression was cold and stern: "Get down, hands on your head."
The man with the scar leisurely sat on the chair, unmoved, looking at Jiang Jingming with a half-smile.
"You're pretty impressive. No wonder Shen Shaohua and Liang Zhenghua are so wary of you."
Jiang Jingming did not reply, instead cautiously watching the man.
His instinct told him that the man with the scar wouldn't surrender so easily.
Sure enough, the next second, the man with the scar took off his jacket, revealing a body strapped with a time bomb.
"How about it? Taking you all down with me wouldn't be a waste of my life."
