"I came here today without expecting to leave alive." Hasan snatched Gan Wei'er from Hu Lin's hands, wrapped her in his arms, pressed the gun barrel against her forehead, and sinisterly sniffed deeply at her neck.
"Smells so good..."
His breath was like a sticky snake, making her feel waves of nausea. She regretted agreeing to that woman; unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret, and now she could only swallow her teeth and blood, or she would die even faster.
Xi Lin walked over to Lorde and said coldly, "What will it take for you to release the Princess?"
"Get lost, this isn't your place to speak." Hasan waved the gun barrel at Xi Lin and said menacingly.
Lorde walked toward Hasan step by step, with firm and fearless steps, "I'll say it one last time, release her to me."
Hasan retreated one step with Gan Wei'er, fired a shot near Lorde's feet, "Stop right there."
