Yang Xiao heard the words but still paid no attention to Tiger, his grip tightly clutching Sister Xi's neck without any signs of easing.
As a result, Sister Xi was in excruciating pain, looking as if she had half stepped into the gates of hell.
Her features twisted to the extreme, an abnormal pallor appearing amidst the deep purple, her eyes bulging as if they were about to fall out of their sockets.
And that wasn't all, her breathing also began to fade in and out, as though it could disappear completely at any moment.
She was just a woman, suffering in Yang Xiao's chokehold for so long, the outcome was predictable.
This made Tiger and the others restless, especially those that Tiger had brought with him, who were already taking steps to tighten the circle that surrounded Yang Xiao.
They were barely able to control themselves from striking at Yang Xiao, and if it had not been for Tiger's lack of an order, they would not possibly still be standing there.
