Lu Yan still has utility value.
Lu Yingxue turned around and looked at Lu Yan, who was leaning against the railing, and spoke indifferently, "You have the courage to die, don't you want revenge? Even if it means perishing together, it's better than dying a cowardly death."
Lu Yan froze in place.
Blood seeped from his wound's dressing as he stared blankly at Lu Yingxue.
Lu Yingxue's eyes flickered, the compassionate expression in her eyes had disappeared, resembling a seductive Succubus.
"Xu Yunye and Qiao Xi, the two siblings, crippled one of your legs. Are you going to let them live happily? You love motorcycles, your leg is more important to you than your life. For Qiao Xi, there is also something that could make her life worse than death, what do you think it is?"