"This young lady has a different vibe."

Wen Jiaojiao pressed her cheek against the ground, tears streaming down her face.

A ruthless, cold glint flashed in Wen Zhaoye's eyes, and his sharp gaze narrowed as he said:

"Don't touch her, or even if you escape, I won't let you go."

"So what if I touched her?" Li Hu provocatively prepared to place his hand on Wen Jiaojiao's chest.

But Zhou Qiang suddenly stopped him, saying, "Alright, let's go quickly."

Li Hu composed himself, reached out and helped Wen Jiaojiao stand up. He caught a glimpse of Wen Zhaoye's sinister gaze and threatened:

"What are you looking at? Get out of the way or I'll kill her right now."

Wen Zhaoye stepped aside. Looking at Wen Jiaojiao's terrified expression, his heart clenched involuntarily, but he patiently comforted her:

"Jiaojiao, don't be afraid, I will definitely save you."

Li Hu tightened the knife pressed against Wen Jiaojiao's neck a few inches, and a few drops of blood seeped out.

Wen Jiaojiao's vision was limited, but the subtle pain she felt seemed to be magnified several times over. Her whole body tensed up, her scalp tingled, and she dared not make a sound.

Wen Zhaoye followed behind the group, trying to find an opportunity, but Zhou Qiang was extremely vigilant and kept a close eye on the three of them.

Wen Zhaoye negotiated again:

"Can you let her go? I promise to pretend that nothing happened today, and I'll give you the 300,000 yuan as a gift."

Li Hu chuckled and said:

"Stop trying to fool us. You're all in cahoots with Jiang Peitian. It would be strange if you were so kind. We still have a chance to live as long as the hostage is in our hands. Once we lose her, we'll be fish on a chopping board."