"What... what are you doing?"
Bai Dawei swallowed his saliva, as the broken beer bottle in Lu Ning's hand shimmered with a ghastly cold light under the lamp.
It made his body tremble uncontrollably.
With a determined heart, he grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table and held it to Yang Min's throat, "You... don't come any closer!"
"Let her go!"
Lu Ning said coldly.
"You... if you leave, I'll let her go!"
Bai Dawei spoke with a tense expression.
"I think you've got one thing wrong, I'm not asking you!"
After Lu Ning finished speaking indifferently, he flicked his wrist, and the broken beer bottle turned into a streak of light, piercing Bai Dawei's vital spot.
"Ah...."
A scream inhuman in its agony rose, and Bai Dawei's eyeballs bulged from the pain.
Trying to use the last of his strength to slash Yang Min's throat with the fruit knife, he suddenly saw a blur, and Lu Ning had caught his wrist.
Crack...
A teeth-gritting sound of breaking resonated.