Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She could only look back towards Mu Xiaoxiao and Yin Shaojie anxiously. In a helpless tone, she said, âWhat should I do now?â
Yin Shaojie observed that her expression was real and not forced.
He told An Zhixin, âDonât go over. Come back here first.â
An Zhixin paused. Even though she didnât know what he meant by that, she still walked over to their side obediently.
Yin Shaojieâs lips curled as he said, âYou guys can continue. Weâre leaving.â
He then told An Zhixin a sentence, âLetâs go.â
An Zhixin was shocked. She looked over to Wang Shiyu and remained rooted in her spot.
Upon hearing this, the punk became furious. He looked at Yin Shaojie angrily as he said, âWhat do you mean by this? Are you not paying up?â
âWhy should we pay up?â Yin Shaojie sneered as he looked at him.
Unfortunately, because the light in the room was dim, the punk was unable to see his stern gaze right then. If not, he would never dare to stand off against such a dominant, lordly person.
The punk spat and swore, âF*ck! Are you trying to play me? If youâre not going to hand over a hundred thousand dollars, donât dream about leaving this place!â
He revealed a thirty-centimeter-long knife from under the sofa and brandished it as he said those words.
On the sofa, the blonde man realized that something was amiss. Letting go of Wang Shiyu, he took out a knife from under the sofa as well.
Both men faced Yin Shaojie, waving their knives.
Yin Shaojie was calm and collected, as though he couldnât see the bright reflections of the sharp knives under the light.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Wang Shiyu struggled to sit up, and it was only then that she realized that the person An Zhixin had brought along with her was Yin Shaojie!
Her eyes widened in shock. âZ-Zhixin⦠why have you brought Young Master Jie?â
Goodness gracious!
It was actually Young Master Jie!
A sense of unease rose up in Wang Shiyuâs heart. However, she couldnât warn the others right now. If she opened her mouth to speak, An Zhixin and the rest would know that she was working with the kidnappers.
Upon hearing her words, the punk narrowed his eyes and said, âYoung Master Jie?â
His glance swept Yin Shaojie from top to toe and he asked, âCould this guy be a rich young master?â
Wang Shiyu could only think of one other way to warn them. She shouted at them, âStop it! Heâs from one of the Big Four Families, and the heir to the Yin family! Heâs not someone you want to offend! Hurry up and release us!â
âWhat kind of nonsense is the Big Four Families? Heir? That means that heâs a rich young master, right?â the punk said, taking no heed of her warning. His eyes gleamed with greed.
To small fry like him, the Big Four Families belonged in a world they couldnât reach.
They were only concerned with eating and drinking their days away and acting out in violence. So long as they had something to eat, some girl to play with, and some money to spend, they were content. They didnât care about who the Big Four Families were. Werenât they just people with money?â
The punk pointed the tip of his knife at Yin Shaojie and ordered arrogantly. âYou there, give me a few hundred thousand dollars to spend, you hear? If not, Iâll chop your hand off!â
âChop my hand off? How?â Yin Shaojie sounded carefree and uncaring, as though he was merely telling a joke.
The punk, thus provoked, rushed forth with his knife. âJust like this â AH!â
Yin Shaojie leaned to one side and swung his leg towards his opponentâs chest dashingly, causing him to hit the ground.
He picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground. Walking over, he squatted down and with a gaze that could rival the King of Hellâs. âIs this how you would chop off my hand?â