"Ji Wanzhou, let me go, I can bring you to that bitch." Fong Shumo struggled furiously on the chair. Blood flowed down the belt on her body, clenching and shrinking like a huge clump of rotten red meat.
Ji Wanzhou stopped Old Hei with his hand, as if he was considering the feasibility of this matter.
Looking at the viciousness in Fong Shumo's eyes, Huang Ke suddenly mustered up the courage to hug Ji Wanzhou's leg and said, "I can do it too, don't let him go, he's the one who wants to kill Meng Qingge." Huang Ke knew that if Fong Shumo was released, the first thing she would do was make things difficult for her.
Rather than getting plotted against, it would be better to make the first move now.
"What else can you do?" Ji Wanzhou squatted down, stretched out two of his fingers and picked up Huang Ke's sharp chin.