"Yue'er!"
"Mrs. Li!"
This scene happened too quickly for anyone to react; Long Yue was swiftly taken away by Pang Wenzheng.
Li Qingmu watched with eyes wide in rage, wishing he could tear him to pieces!
At that moment, Li Qingmu realized that Pang Wenzheng's previous suicidal attack was entirely a diversion to confuse them.
He allowed himself to be injured, becoming no threat, and then struck one final and deadly blow!
Long Yue in his hands became a bargaining chip, subject to his every whim.
"Ah... Mu... cough, cough..."
Long Yue felt the grip around her neck tighten, making it hard to breathe, causing her to cough violently.
Pang Wenzheng's martial arts skills were truly formidable; even with blood on his body and severe injuries, he still possessed immense strength. Long Yue's slender neck was gradually being squeezed under his large hand.
"Yue'er!" Li Qingmu roared hoarsely. "Stop, Pang Wenzheng, stop, I said stop!"
