"One hand!"
Liang Jinming's body trembled, his face unnaturally pale.
The item in his hand was important, but Li Chuhan's safety was more crucial.
"Jinming, don't agree to it."
At this moment, Li Chuhan was exceptionally calm, turning to look at the masked man.
"I can guess, you want to use me to threaten Lin Yi, but I won't give you that chance. I've already died once, your threats won't work on me."
Li Chuhan held a pen in her hand, aimed at her artery.
"I won't give you a chance to threaten him, I'm not afraid to die."
"You really are a special woman, no wonder you have his favor," the masked man said softly:
"But I won't give you such an opportunity either. As long as you're still breathing, it means something to us."
The masked man raised his gun, aiming at Li Chuhan.
To him, as long as he could cripple this woman and not give her a chance to commit suicide, it was enough.
