Mo Jingshen Has Already Issued a Warning to the Su Family Once

Ji Nuan's hand was almost broken from the force. She resisted the pain, staring at the cheque without moving.

The man behind her suddenly brought out a small, sharp knife. He lowered his voice, speaking threateningly: "You have two choices. If you sign the cheque, we'll keep this knife for you. You can find the opportunity to cut the ropes and run away on your own. Five million yuan for an opportunity to escape! Otherwise, we'll use to knife to rip your hand and leg tendons, or perhaps, we'll directly slash your face! Are you going to sign it or not? Decide on your own!"

Ji Nuan silently furrowed her brows.

Five million yuan for a small knife?

Yet, these two were clearly not joking around. Her hand was almost broken from the force he was using. Although these two were utterly devoid of conscience, this was clearly a situation where the weak would be eaten. In the world that these exiled people lived in, the cost of a life was far too small.