The gunmen standing nearby also straightened, their expressions turning colder. After hearing Zhu Shan's earlier words and seeing the "young woman" alone in this dangerous tomb, they had already formed their own assumptions.
In their minds, the situation was simple.
A helpless girl, forced into this place.
And that "evil man" is behind her miserable state. Their impressions of Ye Chen had dropped even further, and killing intent sharpened.
Lu Shixun slowly opened his eyes. His vision was still blurry, but as he focused, he saw the figures standing around him clearly.
His pupils shrank.
"Y-you are…?"
Recognition hit him immediately.
These were the same people who had chased them earlier.
The ones who almost took their lives.
A trace of panic flashed across his face, but it didn't last long. He quickly realized his current condition.
He couldn't move.
Right now, his life was entirely in their hands.
Zhu Shan stood in front of him, his gaze calm but cold.
