"Who the hell are you?" Ye Zhilu's eyes were swollen from crying, "Why do you want to harm me?"
"Miss Li paid us for your life, but she only made a down payment and now wants to default on the rest. According to the rules, after we kill you, we'll settle the score with her in private." The leader pulled out another throwing knife, "Remember, no one fires a gun and alerts the people outside the church, capture alive or kill."
A few accomplices put away their pistols.
"Let's go!" Li Qiyu, clutching Ye Zhilu, ran, hating herself for not having brought a real pistol, otherwise shots would have already been fired. She took out her cell phone to call for help, but the back of her hand was slashed by a throwing knife, and her bag fell to the ground.
Blood gushed from the wound, and she began to regret taking the situation lightly.
