Bab 172: 172 Hello, My Daughter

“I'd advise you not to take out your pistol here,” said Ian, glancing at Frade's hand behind his waist, “Although Mr Blanton told me to try to get you out peacefully, he did not forbid me to use force against you.”

“You can try.” Before Frade could finish his sentence, he pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Ian's head.

“Once again, let us go!”

Even though Frade's pistol was aimed at Ian's head, he didn't change his expression. The next moment, a red light came from nearby. A small red dot was pointed right at Frade's heart.

Ian just waved his hand, and the red light shot straight at me. The red dot that had been on Frade shifted to me.

“Mr Logan, I'd drop that pistol if I were you,” Ian said, smiling at Frade.

Frade looked at me, then he threw the pistol to the ground. After Ian raised his right hand and gestured, a black SUV drove right up to us.

“Please get in, Miss,” Ian said as he opened the door.