Qiao Duo'er didn't speak any further; instead, she crouched and began to approach the group of men.
By that time, the man had lost his patience, and a knife gleaming with a cold light was resting on Tan Zhenghong's neck.
How could she sit still?
Tan Zhenghong was her man, the person she looked after; how could she allow others to bully him?
At that moment, the man's thought was to first chop off Tan Zhenghong's arm, searching him afterwards would be just as easy.
After all, none of them could escape, so what did the order of actions matter?
Tan Zhenghong forced himself to remain calm, "Who sent you? At least let me die understanding why."
As he spoke, he was looking for a way out; the one on his left, skinny and sallow-faced, probably didn't have much fighting ability.
He hadn't yet made his wife the happiest woman in Penang; how could he die?
"Don't worry, I won't let you die, but you better behave, or else I'll kill this old man first," the leader of the men warned.
