"Hong Wu, you motherfucker, stop!" Zhao Dong's roar thundered.
At that moment, Hong Wu hurriedly looked up, only to see the yacht had already reached the shore. Zhao Dong had jumped aboard, his icy gaze making Hong Wu's scalp tingle with fear.
Terrified, Hong Wu pressed the knife against Song Zixuan's snow-white neck and bellowed, "Zhao Dong, you bastard, get back! If you take one more step forward, I'll take this woman's life!"
Zhao Dong's expression hardened. He frowned and said coldly, "I don't know this woman. Killing her has nothing to do with me." He had to say that to avoid giving Hong Wu any leverage.
"Heh, is that so?" Hong Wu sneered. "You think I didn't see her by your side at the stadium that day? Since you claim you don't care if she lives or dies, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
With that, Hong Wu applied force to his wrist, and a thin line of blood appeared on Song Zixuan's neck.
