Ma Hua climbed up, his gaze never leaving Lin Yi's body for even a second.
And his hand was always controlling the child.
For him, this was a Protective Talisman; without it, he couldn't possibly get out.
Lin Yi stood lazily on the side, showing no intention of making a move.
After Ma Hua left, Lin Yi just followed behind, maintaining a distance of five meters, without any unnecessary movements.
"Lin Bro, are we really letting him go?"
Zhang Zixin, standing in front of the house, asked.
Lin Yi nodded slightly without saying much else, but he kept his eyes on Ma Hua.
"Let the kid go, and we'll let you leave."
"Don't rush!"
Ma Hua panted heavily, extremely nervous.
"I'll let him go after I get in the car. I won't take this burdensome kid with me... Ah—"
Ma Hua had just finished speaking when he let out a scream.
A silver scalpel thrust straight into his wrist!
In his momentary daze, Lin Yi swiftly rushed forward, grabbed Ma Hua's other hand, and twisted it backward!