Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She could only look back towards Mu Xiaoxiao and Yin Shaojie anxiously. In a helpless tone, she said, “What should I do now?”
Yin Shaojie observed that her expression was real and not forced.
He told An Zhixin, “Don’t go over. Come back here first.”
An Zhixin paused. Even though she didn’t know what he meant by that, she still walked over to their side obediently.
Yin Shaojie’s lips curled as he said, “You guys can continue. We’re leaving.”
He then told An Zhixin a sentence, “Let’s go.”
An Zhixin was shocked. She looked over to Wang Shiyu and remained rooted in her spot.
Upon hearing this, the punk became furious. He looked at Yin Shaojie angrily as he said, “What do you mean by this? Are you not paying up?”
“Why should we pay up?” Yin Shaojie sneered as he looked at him.
Unfortunately, because the light in the room was dim, the punk was unable to see his stern gaze right then. If not, he would never dare to stand off against such a dominant, lordly person.
The punk spat and swore, “F*ck! Are you trying to play me? If you’re not going to hand over a hundred thousand dollars, don’t dream about leaving this place!”
He revealed a thirty-centimeter-long knife from under the sofa and brandished it as he said those words.
On the sofa, the blonde man realized that something was amiss. Letting go of Wang Shiyu, he took out a knife from under the sofa as well.
Both men faced Yin Shaojie, waving their knives.
Yin Shaojie was calm and collected, as though he couldn’t see the bright reflections of the sharp knives under the light.
Wang Shiyu struggled to sit up, and it was only then that she realized that the person An Zhixin had brought along with her was Yin Shaojie!
Her eyes widened in shock. “Z-Zhixin… why have you brought Young Master Jie?”
Goodness gracious!
It was actually Young Master Jie!
A sense of unease rose up in Wang Shiyu’s heart. However, she couldn’t warn the others right now. If she opened her mouth to speak, An Zhixin and the rest would know that she was working with the kidnappers.
Upon hearing her words, the punk narrowed his eyes and said, “Young Master Jie?”
His glance swept Yin Shaojie from top to toe and he asked, “Could this guy be a rich young master?”
Wang Shiyu could only think of one other way to warn them. She shouted at them, “Stop it! He’s from one of the Big Four Families, and the heir to the Yin family! He’s not someone you want to offend! Hurry up and release us!”
“What kind of nonsense is the Big Four Families? Heir? That means that he’s a rich young master, right?” the punk said, taking no heed of her warning. His eyes gleamed with greed.
To small fry like him, the Big Four Families belonged in a world they couldn’t reach.
They were only concerned with eating and drinking their days away and acting out in violence. So long as they had something to eat, some girl to play with, and some money to spend, they were content. They didn’t care about who the Big Four Families were. Weren’t they just people with money?”
The punk pointed the tip of his knife at Yin Shaojie and ordered arrogantly. “You there, give me a few hundred thousand dollars to spend, you hear? If not, I’ll chop your hand off!”
“Chop my hand off? How?” Yin Shaojie sounded carefree and uncaring, as though he was merely telling a joke.
The punk, thus provoked, rushed forth with his knife. “Just like this — AH!”
Yin Shaojie leaned to one side and swung his leg towards his opponent’s chest dashingly, causing him to hit the ground.
He picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground. Walking over, he squatted down and with a gaze that could rival the King of Hell’s. “Is this how you would chop off my hand?”
