Before she could react, Hong Wu grabbed her by the hair. His ferocious glare was inches from her face. "Song Zixuan, you asked for this!"
With those words, killing intent surged in his eyes. He grabbed Song Zixuan's head, concentrated Spiritual Energy into his right palm, and brought it down toward the crown of her head.
"Hong Wu, you motherfucker, stop!" Zhao Dong's furious roar echoed from the shore.
At that moment, Hong Wu hastily looked up to see the yacht had already reached the shore. Zhao Dong had leaped onto the deck, and his icy gaze made Hong Wu's scalp tingle.
Pale with fright, Hong Wu hurriedly pressed a knife against Song Zixuan's snow-white neck and roared, "Zhao Dong, you motherfucker, get the hell back! If you dare take one more step, I'll kill this woman!"
Zhao Dong's expression shifted. He frowned and said coldly, "I don't know this woman. It makes no difference to me if you kill her." He had to say this to avoid giving Hong Wu any leverage.
