Hebe's face darkened, and the gun pointed at Liu Zhi's forehead, "Go, or I'll kill you!"
Frightened, Liu Zhi turned pale. Under her threat, his blood-soaked hands shakily reached towards Mu Anran.
Yu Lingqian stood there, his eyes already filled with tempests, as if they could engulf everything in sight at any moment.
Suddenly, he spoke, his voice cold and devoid of any warmth, "Don't touch her."
Hebe laughed maniacally, "Use that dagger, let me see your sincerity."
Yu Lingqian turned to look at the dagger near Wang Ming's hand, bent down to pick it up, "I will cripple my leg, but if you dare touch her, I will make your life worse than death."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he acted, plunging the dagger deep into his right thigh until only the hilt was visible.
Both Hebe and Liu Zhi turned pale at the sight.
She had not expected this man to be so ruthless towards himself.
