In the empty meeting room, only Qin Hao, Yu Qing, and his daughter were left.
The guns in those people's hands never had the chance to fire a shot, even in death.
Qin Hao's pace was slow; he had just taken two steps when Yu Dongling seemed to suddenly snap out of her daze and shouted at Qin Hao, "Qin Hao, I beg you, don't kill him, okay?"
Qin Hao frowned at her words but ignored her, continuing to walk forward.
Yu Dongling raised her voice a bit, hoarsely crying out again, "Qin Hao, I beg you, spare my father, okay? Don't kill him, I'll agree to anything you say!"
"Qin Hao! I beg you!"
Qin Hao had already reached Yu Qing, whose eyes flashed with a hint of panic but quickly regained composure. His brows relaxed, and he loudly said, "Dongling! In this world, the victor is king while the loser is the bandit. Why cry?"
"Qin Hao, go ahead if you want to make a move. If I, Yu Qing, frown, then I'm no hero!"
