Lin Shuang sneered, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing a steel pen from the table.
The pen was pressed against Yang Yifan's neck, its sharp tip already piercing the skin of his throat.
"With a little more force, this pen could penetrate your windpipe, Director Yang, would you like to try it?" Lin Shuang said indifferently.
Swish~! The guards outside the office all stopped in unison, each drawing their guns, aiming and locking on to Lin Shuang!
"Release our director immediately!!"
Seeing them draw their weapons, Lin Shuang's lips curled into a colder smile, his grip on the pen tightening.
"Pff!" The sharp tip of the steel pen plunged deeper into Yang Yifan's neck, an entire centimeter into the flesh.
Blood continuously spilled from Yang Yifan's neck.
Yang Yifan was completely terrified, "Sto... stop! What do you want?!"
Lin Shuang signaled, "Have your men put down their guns and stand back."