"Okay, you must do as you say, or I won't let you off even in death."
Yuan Jiayin grimaced. Once he had what he wanted, he would kill this woman right away, regardless of whether she became a ghost or something else.
Ye Lu weakly coughed twice and slowly reached into his pocket with her uninjured hand.
Yuan Jiayin's eyes light up. He quickly bent over to grab whatever she was holding.
But Ye Lu suddenly grabbed his hand, pulled it toward her mouth, and bit down hard.
"Ah… my finger…" Yuan Jiayin screamed. The excruciating pain emanated from his finger. His index finger had astonishingly been bitten off by Ye Lu.
The burly men didn't anticipate this. They hurriedly pulled Yuan Jiayin's hand out of Ye Lu's mouth. Their faces turned pale seeing Yuan Jiayin's finger hanging by a thread. Instead of concerning themselves with Ye Lu, they rushed to stop the bleeding from Yuan Jiayin's finger.
They discussed whether or not to call an ambulance.
