Fu Shiyan got out of the car and saw the man holding An Yan hostage, a knife against her pale neck leaving a trace of blood.
His eyes were bloodthirsty as he suppressed a towering rage; his clenched fists cracking.
He suddenly let out a light laugh, "You must be Chen Qiang, right? Uncle Xing told me to take this woman and leave."
Chen Qiang scoffed, "Bullshit! Uncle Xing told me to deal with your woman! You think I'd let her go? No way!"
"Murder is a capital offense; you should consider if it's worth it. Do you think if you kill her, I would let you go?"
Chen Qiang knew of Bo Leng's character, ruthless and cruel, with fierce methods.
If he treated his woman like this, Bo Leng certainly would not let him off.
He broke out in a cold sweat, "You, get into that coffin. Otherwise, I will kill her now! Hurry up!"
Fu Shiyan took a deep breath, "Don't hurt her, I'll jump."
He walked to the edge of the large pit and jumped in without hesitation.