Lan Yue closed her eyes, Xiao Chen!
The bloodthirsty gleam in John's eyes grew even more excited as he raised his hand to tear off the clothes beneath her.
Because of the struggle, his body moved slightly away, and Lan Yue seized the opportunity to fiercely lift her leg, striking hard between his legs.
John groaned in pain, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead, loosening his grip on Lan Yue.
Lan Yue took advantage of the moment, mustering her strength to push him away, rolling to the side, and drawing a gun from her waist, pointing it at John.
John, enduring the intense pain between his legs, looked at her with a twisted expression and sneered, "You don't really think killing me will save your brother, do you?"
