Ning Wanzhen's breath hitched, and she suddenly lost her composure.
Bo Yuheng's gaze darkened, his brows furrowed, and he turned to look at him in disbelief.
Sang Yuwan's thin, sharp lips twitched almost imperceptibly, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.
The man in the black overcoat walked with a steady and powerful gait, each step exuding an unquestionable sense of authority, as if the path he walked automatically made way for him.
He looked at Bo Yuheng with a contemptuous smile in his eyes.
"Bo Yuheng, repeat what you just said."
When Ning Wanzhen heard him address Bo Yuheng by his given name, her heart tightened, and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Each inhale felt like drawing in the surrounding chill, sending shivers down her spine.
She already knew that Bo Qingmei was Rong Zhi's biological aunt.
Although Bo Qingmei's death was not caused by her, Ning Xin'er kidnapped Bo Qingmei, and he will definitely hold her accountable for it.
Moreover, ever since Rong Zhi entered the Bo family, she has been mistreating him.
Rong Zhi is now the head of the Rong family, and given his personality, he will definitely seek revenge.
Ning Wanzhen became increasingly frightened as she thought about it, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Compared to her, Bo Yuheng's anger and hatred outweighed his fear. He took two heavy breaths and said viciously, "Rong Zhi, you're still alive."
Upon hearing this, Sang Yuwan's gaze instantly turned cold.
Before Rong Zhi could respond, she spoke coldly, "Second Uncle, he is the head of the Rong family."
"Heh." Bo Yuheng let out a low, eerie laugh, his aura dark and menacing. "I don't care who he is, he'll all die today."
As he spoke, he reached into the inside pocket of his coat.
In the blink of an eye, the dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Rong Zhi, who was walking against the light.
Upon seeing this, Ning Wanzhen turned pale and held her breath.
Sang Yuwan's back tensed, her fingers clenched tightly, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and a murderous aura rose. "Bo Yuheng, put it down immediately."
Bo Yuheng's eyes were bloodshot, like fireworks in the sky, radiating an abyss-like danger.
He swung his arm, pointing the gun at Sang Yuwan, "If you don't want to walk ahead of him, then shut up."
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, her expression hardening, her gaze as cold as a knife. "Do you know what you're doing?"
Bo Yuheng's features were contorted with rage, his expression filled with sinister murderous intent. "Sang Yuwan, since you want to go before him, then I'll grant your wish."
Ning Wanzhen felt a chill run down her spine, and an indescribable despair quickly spread through her body. She clenched her fingers and closed her eyes.
Bo Yuheng has truly gone mad.
Sang Yuwan's gaze was fixed on Bo Yuheng, her eyes showing no panic or fear, but rather an indescribable composure and determination.
She gave a cool, curt smile. "Bo Yuheng, the fish may die, but the net won't break."
The bloodlust in Bo Yuheng's eyes intensified, his eyes seemed to burn with raging flames, and sparks of resentment and indignation danced in his pupils.
He stared fiercely at Sang Yuwan, the veins on his forehead bulging, twisting and struggling like ancient tree roots thirsting for water on parched earth. Then, his lips tightened, and his teeth clenched unconsciously, as if he wanted to concentrate all the anger in his heart into that one moment.
"If you all die with me, it's all worth it."
Ning Wanzhen's heart skipped a beat, and she closed her eyes even tighter.
Sang Yuwan stared at him intently, a faint red tinge appearing in her eyes. She pursed her lips and remained silent.
“Bo Yuheng, it’s not us who should be buried with him, but Shen Yilin.”
The deep, magnetic male voice spoke with each word as if meticulously crafted, concise yet hitting the nail on the head, leaving no room for argument and no room for disrespect.
Bo Yuheng's arm trembled slightly, and his gaze shifted, the dark muzzle of the gun pointing at Rong Zhi again.
"Bo Yuheng, you served Shen Yilin wholeheartedly, and this is how you end up. Think about it carefully, was it worth it?"
Rong Zhi's steps were sharp and swift, each step seemingly leaving invisible blade marks in the air. The ground beneath his feet seemed unable to withstand this force, trembling slightly and raising a fine cloud of dust.
As Bo Yuheng watched him walk towards him step by step, his back became increasingly tense, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Seeing Rong Zhi's composure, he became somewhat afraid.
Bo Yuheng took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and said angrily, "Rong Zhi, whether it's worth it or not is none of your business."
He paused, then said, "If you give me what Qingmei left behind, I can let you go."
“But we have no intention of letting you go.” Rong Zhi’s gaze was sharp, and he spoke each word slowly and deliberately.
Each step he took was accompanied by a deep, powerful echo. An undeniable sense of oppression filled the air, as if even the wind feared his aura and quietly gave way.
Seeing that he was only three steps away from him, Bo Yuheng grasped his right wrist with his left hand, trying to stop his right arm from shaking.
"Rong Zhi, you stop right there."
Rong Zhi's eyes were sharp as an eagle's. "Bo Yuheng, put down your gun, and I'll spare your life."
Bo Yuheng's eyes widened, his eyes red.
He paused for half a second, his lips twitched, and then rushed to Sang Yuwan, pressing the dark muzzle of his gun against her temple.
"Did you think I was joking just now?"
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