Just now, she felt heartache.
Watching Mu Lin, the man was on guard. However, when Jing Chen approached, he didn't first pull Mu Lin into his embrace, but suddenly picked up the dagger that had fallen at Mu Lin's feet and plunged it into the man's wrist without hesitation. Instantly, a roar like that of a slaughtered pig echoed, and the person nearly fainted from the pain.
The blade tip went through the man's wrist and into the ground, indicating how furious Jing Chen was and how heavy his hand was…
He had said that nobody could hurt his beloved treasure, not even an attempt or a threat.
The bystanders hardly had time to react, almost instinctively moving to the side. Nobody dared to interfere with their Boss anymore; the murderous intent emanating from Jing Chen was too frightening, making him seem like the incarnation of the Death God.
