"Don't come any closer, Xing Liehuo, step back right now, step back... or else I'll die right before your eyes."
"Lian Qiao!" Seeing her actions, Xing Liehuo's heart, writhing in pain, throbbed violently.
This woman had gone mad, completely mad, her hands tied behind her back were actually clutching the detonator in her grasp along the ropes.
"Lian Qiao, don't!" Papers crumbling into a ball, Xing Liehuo's voice was deep and hoarse as he roared loudly, the veins on his bloody backhand pulsating non-stop.
That extreme fear made the veins on his forehead also throb madly.
"Step back! Get out, I don't want to see you, I never want to see you again! Get out!" Lian Qiao cried and screamed frantically.
She couldn't let anything happen to him, absolutely not.
Even if he had killed her father, she couldn't just watch him die right before her.
