"Lu Yancheng, are you playing me?"
On the back hill, Father Bo's face was fiercely distorted, his temples bulging with veins as he spoke with gritted teeth and anger.
On his fragile neck was pressed a sharp, cold glint that, with just a slight movement, could cause blood to spurt on the spot.
Meanwhile, his hands were immobilized behind his back by the man standing behind him, rendering him incapable of any movement.
Just a moment ago, Bo Zhen thought that Lu Yancheng had agreed with him, so he let his guard down.
To his surprise, the other man strode forward, kicked away the bodyguards beside him, and directly placed a small knife to his throat.
Outrageous!
Feeling the danger at his neck, Bo Zhen's face turned an ashen hue. He couldn't help but remind, "Lu Yancheng, this is the Bo family's place!"
After a few seconds, he added, "Lu Yancheng, don't think... I really wouldn't dare do anything to you."
Did he think that taking him as a hostage would ensure a safe departure?
