Chen Zhengqian pressed the dagger against Yuk Jiao'e's neck, taking her hostage to threaten Lu Chuan.
Yuk Jiao'e felt a chill on her neck and her body trembled.
But she quickly calmed down.
"Lu Chuan, you don't have to worry about me," she said. "Killing this bastard is what's most important, he must not be allowed to escape!"
Lu Chuan replied calmly, "Don't worry, he's certain to die today!"
"He won't be able to escape, but he won't spare me either, so just go ahead…"
Yuk Jiao'e seemed resigned to her fate, knowing full well that the likelihood of Chen Zhengqian sparing her was absolutely zero.
If her life was taken into consideration, it could lead to even more casualties.
"Cheap woman, your life is so cheap, is that it?" Chen Zhengqian taunted. "Fine, I'll drag you to hell with me. You're so beautiful, having you as a burial companion is a win for me."
