"Whoosh!"
A sharp blade pressed against Lin Fan's neck.
Holding the knife, Gongsun Lan looked at Lin Fan coldly.
"You're so stubborn, then I might as well cut it off. I'm not Huo Ben or Che Laojiu; don't pretend to be a hero with me, or I won't hesitate to take your life."
"You dare commit murder in broad daylight!"
Seeing the dagger at his neck, Lin Fan stared directly at Gongsun Lan across from him.
This woman was very beautiful, but also extremely ruthless.
This reminded him of Han Peipei, also someone who draws her blade without hesitation.
"What won't I dare? With the notorious name you've left behind, killing you is serving justice!"
Gongsun Lan's tone carried a kind of indifference, as if human life was nothing more than grass in her hands.
"I didn't expect you to be a heroine, I admire you!"
Facing that sharp blade, Lin Fan could only muster a helpless smile and compliment.
