"Don't come any closer, or I'll strangle him right here!"
Wang Quan could hardly utter a syllable. The moment he tried to speak, it felt as if his breath had been completely stolen away.
One hand is heavily bandaged while the other nearly snapped by the twisting grasp of Mù Qiānxún.
His throat was so tightly constricted he couldn't speak. His situation was ridiculously woeful.
Wang Quan's face had turned the color of a pig's liver, a ghastly purple-blue, as if he would suffocate at any moment.
None of his men dared to make a move.
Mù Qiānxún gave Lin You a signal.
"Xiao You, come here."
Lin You immediately ran to Mù Qiānxún's side. Without needing instructions, she quickly pulled out her phone and dialed Uncle Eight's number.
As soon as the call was connected, she said, "Uncle Eight…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Mù Qiānxún yelled in alarm, "Watch out!"
