All the hostages stared in astonishment at the person who was walking down the stairs with an air of nonchalance. The bandits were also startled by the sound, and several of them turned their guns toward the stairwell.
The coffee shop owner sighed sadly; usually, there were no customers at this time.
But recently, this customer has been coming here every morning as soon as they open the door to order a cup of Blue Mountain coffee.
Then, I would sit there quietly reading the newspaper for about an hour before settling down and leaving.
However, with such a loud commotion on the first floor, he should have heard it on the second floor.
If they can hide on the second floor or call the police, not only he but also they have a chance to survive.
As a result, he brazenly went downstairs to pay the bill.
How can I pay him at this point? I might get killed first.
The person who came downstairs was a handsome Chinese man, tall and slender, wearing a khaki trench coat, but his face looked sickly pale.
He glanced indifferently at the first floor of the coffee shop, then calmly took out ten euros from his wallet and placed it on the table.
The coffee shop owner kept giving him meaningful glances, signaling him not to make any more rash moves.
However, the other party completely ignored him, casually put away his wallet, and prepared to leave.
However, he had only taken one step when a gun was pointed at his head.
"Who gave you permission to leave?"
"Why can't I leave?" The man turned to look at the person who had spoken to him.
A pair of deep, cold eyes, as clear as an ancient well, swept over, and the person holding the gun unconsciously trembled.
For some reason, the way this person looked at him made him feel terrified.
Yes, fear.
Even though it was the man pointing the gun at him, he felt a deep-seated fear just from the first glance.
"You...you go stand over there."
His voice stammered, lacking his previous arrogance and confidence.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry," the Chinese man said.
Seeing that he was not cooperating, the armed robbers raised their guns and pressed them against his forehead.
"If I told you to go, then go!"
The bandit's accomplice glanced at it and urged.
"Why waste words with him? Just kill him."
The thug pointing the gun at the Chinese man stared blankly into the man's unusually deep pupils, as if his soul had been captured, and even the hand holding the gun seemed to disobey him.
The Chinese man remained calm, staring intently at the thug pointing a gun at him, before coldly uttering two words.
"shot."
The gunman, looking dazed, repeated his words, then turned his gun on the accomplice who had just ordered him to kill, and fired without hesitation.
Moreover, he fired shots at several other accomplices in succession.
Caught completely off guard, two of their accomplices were shot dead by their own men in an instant.
The remaining men turned their guns on the traitors and riddled them with bullets.
Amid the gunfire, Luo Qianqian and the other hostages screamed in terror, clutching their heads, fearing they too would become victims of gunfire in the next second.
When the gunfire stopped, the entire coffee shop fell into a deathly silence.
Luo Qianqian opened her eyes tremblingly, but everything around her frightened her even more.
The bandits who had held them hostage were all dead, lying in pools of blood.
The Chinese man stepped over the corpse, casually pulled a tissue from the table to wipe the few drops of blood from his hands, and didn't even glance at Luo Qianqian and the other hostages.
"You can go now."
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