"If you fucking move again, do you believe I can kill you?"
Qin Haokun roared, the dagger in his hand nicking Qin Yuji's neck, and instantly, crimson blood seeped out. Against her snowy skin, it was even more shocking to the eye.
"Qin Haokun, I'm warning you, if you dare touch her again, I'll make sure you have no place to be buried."
The low voice contained a chilling, bone-deep malevolence, colder than the frigid air. Chi Jingxuan's eyes nearly spit fire.
His gaze slid past Ah Cheng, who was following by his side, and Chi Jingxuan stepped forward slowly. He had taken just one step when Qin Haokun fiercely shouted to stop him.
"Stand there and don't move, or it won't be as simple as her losing a bit of blood..."
As he spoke, Qin Haokun pressed the dagger down further, then raised his eyes to look at Chi Jingxuan and said, "Kneel. I told you, if you beg for mercy on your knees, I'll let her go."
