Provoked by Chen Yang, Sakurai Ayuko's eyes widened with fury. She pulled a dagger from her sleeve and, with a swift motion, slashed Zhu's cheek, coldly stating, "You think I don't dare to kill him!"
"Ah!"
Zhu cried out in agony, feeling something slippery on his face accompanied by a faint smell of blood.
Having just had his balls busted by Chen Yang and now held hostage by a woman, today was truly his day from hell.
Even more frustrating was that this woman was using him to threaten Chen Yang, but, alas, Chen Yang never cared about whether I lived or died.
"Another cut, and he's still alive."
Chen Yang said to Sakurai Ayuko, while lighting up a cigarette and taking a drag.
Facing Chen Yang's provocation, Sakurai Ayuko was very angry, but she dared not actually kill Zhu, because if she no longer had the hostage, she would be shot by the SWAT team in a chaotic firefight.
"You're such a waste, even as a hostage you're a failure, and nobody cares whether you live or die."
