The man stepped forward and, with his broad palm, grabbed hold of her throat. His hand wrapped around her neck nicely, with her laryngeal joint locked tightly under his grip!
He gave a slight squeeze, and her facial expression changed at once. Yun Qingmiao's face turned red; even the veins could be seen popping up on her temples.
"L-Let… g-go—"
Alas, his grip was too vice-like that her neck seemed about to break any time!
The woman felt like an ant under his strangling. No matter how much she struggled and fought, she could not break free of his suffocating grip! This man seemed to be serious in his desire to send her to her death with the amount of force he was exerting on her throat!
"H-Help… he-help…"
