"Everybody back off!" Nie Chenglang's voice was cold as he addressed everyone.
At this command, those who were eager to act didn't dare to make a move. Several men exchanged glances and stepped back a few paces.
"Don't mess around, let our third brother go!" one of the men growled menacingly.
So, it was the third brother? Nie Chenglang sneered.
The blade was pressed against this third brother's neck, its sharp gleam bursting out, dazzling and blinding.
Nie Chenglang gripped the dagger's handle tightly, not daring to relax. His sharp gaze swept over the group of men as he dragged the man in his hand toward the office area.
"What's going on?!"
Unexpectedly, there was another person in the office who ran out quickly, only to find Nie Chenglang seizing their third brother.
His fierce eyes sunk for a moment before he went back into the office.
"Don't be stupid, let me go," a woman's voice said, "Wasn't it said that we could talk this through?"
