Hearing the anxious voice of Bianyi on the phone, Shen Qiang looked at Shen Bian, who was equally shocked. At this moment, in the desolate wilderness, deep in the night, although the loudspeaker was not turned on, Shen Bian, being a cultivation practitioner, also heard Bianyi's words.
"Are you Bianyi's younger brother?" Shen Qiang laughed, the corners of his mouth curling into a bizarre smile.
Shen Bian's eyes flickered with a strange look, hesitated, and said, "Are you trying to trick me? I saw you kill him with my own eyes!"
Shen Qiang smiled and said softly on the phone, "Oh, the timing of your call is a bit late, my hand has already pierced his chest. But fortunately, it's still in time. If you decide you don't want him dead, I can save him."
"Save him, at all costs save him!" Bianyi's tone was extremely anxious: "Boss, let him live, I am willing to do anything for you."
