Chapter Five Hundred Seventy-Eight: Evolution
As he spoke, Yang Yifeng suddenly yanked his hand away, knocking the two knives out of the woman's grasp. The blades struck the wall, making a clinking sound. Then, with brute force, he pushed her down onto the bed, pinning her beneath him.
The woman let out a moan, attempting to attack once more, but Yang Yifeng had already pulled out several silver needles, firmly pinning her to the bed.
"You... you heartless scoundrel, let me go if you dare. Even if it means my death today, I, Leng Tong, will seek justice for our Miss!"
"So your name is Leng Tong, huh? That's a nice name!" A cunning smile appeared on the corners of Yang Yifeng's mouth. He slowly leaned in close to Leng Tong and said, "Such a beautiful woman... it would truly be a pity to let you go. I can regretfully tell you that you're not leaving here tonight."
What?