"No, you can't leave, you can't take our family's company." Song Xirou hastily rushed forward, blocking the door with outstretched arms, preventing Jian Qing from leaving.
Jian Qing cast a cold glance at her, her gaze ice-like, "Step aside."
"Not unless you give up on acquiring Song Corporation." Facing those bottomless eyes, Song Xirou suppressed her fear and said.
Heh.
Jian Qing's narrow eyes slightly lifted, horrifying in their spite, "Attack."
With that brief command, the men of the Nether Army behind her understood, and one of them swiftly took action. Before Song Xirou could react, she felt her collar grabbed by a strong hand.
"Xirou..."
Song Yi cried out in shock, as if his throat was being choked and he couldn't make a sound.
The man in black, gripping Song Xirou's collar, flung her aside in the next second, treating her as casually as if he was tossing away a rag.
"Ah--"
