"I've heard," Qi Ke kowtowed again with emphasis, "As long as you spare my brother, you can mutilate me a thousand ways and I won't harbor a single word of complaint. Whatever it takes, as long as you spare my brother, I'll do anything."
"Even be cut to pieces?" Jian Shichu sneered coldly, "If you die, do you think your brother will be able to survive properly? He's been locked up for years, without education, without protection. Even if Qi Xuemi dies, he won't be able to reclaim anything from the Qi Family. In a world where the strong prey on the weak, without someone to protect him, his death is inevitable. He might even die in a lowly and desperate way, starving to death. Do you really think that if you die, he'll be able to live a good life?"
Qi Ke's body shook violently, the strength seeming to drain from him in an instant, his clothes soaked through with cold sweat, as he collapsed to the ground.
Yes.
If he died.
