She clenched her fists, finally relenting: "Stop! Let them go."
"What did you say? Say it again if you dare!" Fengye Wuyin sneered coldly. The icy gun in his hand immediately pressed against her head, his beautiful eyes fierce, "You dare to order me around, woman? Know your place and don't meddle, or I'll blow your head off!"
His face was chilling; this lowly woman, Yalan, dared to defy his orders with such a tone.
"..." Yiyi's face turned pale, her heart pounding like crazy.
The cold gun pressed against her temple, and she was indeed afraid. She had witnessed how violent and unpredictable this person could be. Killing was his whim; killing her wouldn't be surprising.
"I want you to let them go, or I won't help you."
"Woman, do you think you have the grounds to negotiate?" Fengye Wuyin's deep purple eyes grew colder. With a click, he cocked the gun and pressed it more forcefully against her head, "Or are you saying you want to taste the same fate as that woman just now?"
