Qianqian's issue was merely a fuse; in fact, William Howard had long been dissatisfied with them and was just using this as an excuse to vent.
"Mr. Howard, put down the gun. Don't forget, the key is still in my hand," threatened Charlotte Allison, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at the gun pointed at Lucas Quinn's temple.
"Bring out that Hans," William Howard demanded, pausing between each word.
Charlotte Allison's face changed slightly, and she called out toward Qianqian's tent, "Qianqian, come out."
Qianqian's tent remained pitch black and silent.
William Howard looked at the tent and commanded, "Mr. Turner, go and bring her out."
Mr. Turner hesitated, "Mr. Howard, Miss Hans is just a girl, perhaps Mr. Allison should go instead."
The trouble-stirring group didn't share such concerns; someone said, "Mr. Allison and Hans are in cahoots. To prevent them from coordinating some kind of secret signal, it's better if one of our own goes."
