She dashed out of the car and rushed to the trunk, while at the same time, the woman in the leather jacket had already drawn a pistol from her waist.
The gun pointed at the man, the woman's face dark and ominous, "Don't make a sound, or I might just shoot!"
"You..." Emma Benson was shocked and horrified, her fair face immediately losing color. Without a second thought, she positioned herself in front of the man, shaking her head and saying, "Miss, let's talk about this!"
"Emma, get back in the car!" Walter Schmidt's handsome face was cold as ice, his arm shielding her aside. Seeing her shake her head, he could only protect her behind him.
He stared down the woman in the vehicle, his voice chilling and sharp, "You have one minute to get out yourself!"
The man's composure shook the woman in the leather jacket. She hesitated for a moment before sneering, "Hmph, do you really think I won't shoot?"
