Liang Anya's heart skipped a beat.
The Western man dressed in a black suit, upon hearing the voice's command, immediately stepped out—it was the same person who had kidnapped Liang Anya earlier.
He approached Liang Anya from behind, and with a flicker of silver between his fingers, a resilient dagger pressed against her neck.
Liang Anya's eyes widened, feeling a chill at the side of her neck.
The knife slid down an inch and sharply tugged, causing the thin T-shirt on her body to slant off half way!
A mysterious voice teased, "Tsk… no wonder our Hall Master can't bear to leave…"
"Let her go," Si Yuheng's voice was laced with cold severity.
"Looks like I need to teach Hall Master how to beg," the mysterious voice added a hint of irritation.
The man flicked the knife in his hand again!
"Si Yuheng! What grudge do you have with these people? Discuss it privately, okay? What's it got to do with me?" Liang Anya bit her lip in humiliation.
