The woman's face was tired, with specks of mud clinging to her deep purple cheongsam. Beside her, the middle-aged man had several purplish-green bruises on his face, his tie loose.
Both of them had their eyes tightly shut, motionless, as if they had both fallen into a coma.
Lu Yancheng's complexion changed subtly, his body radiated an intense, oppressive aura as he lowered his voice, "What have you done to them?"
How could he not recognize them?
They were the relatives Yu Yu cared for the most.
"Don't worry, they're just asleep for now," Bo Zhen narrowed his eyes, his tone shifting, "But I can't guarantee what might happen later."
A cold wind howled, and at the small hillside, the atmosphere was fraught with tension.
The man's dark eyes held a brewing storm, his expression grave as he enunciated each word, "Release them, and I will mobilize the full power of the Lu Family to help you find Bo Yao."
Bo Zhen was taken aback, his heart stirring slightly.
