The cold touch of metal pressed against her tongue, and the consequences described by the young man made Su Huixin shudder without feeling cold. She suddenly realized that she had overlooked a crucial issue: the technology she relied on was not unique.
The female anchor was in complete panic, not knowing what to do.
"I think just using you as a gift will make your colleagues very willing to cooperate with me." Tang Zheng applied force to his wrist, shoving the muzzle even deeper, as if he dared threaten his own life, obviously not knowing whether to live or die.
Saliva flowed from the corners of Su Huixin's mouth, she dared not wipe it off, and upon hearing Tang Zheng's words, she suddenly bit down hard, reaching for his body.
"What are you doing?" Tang Zheng knocked Su Huixin's hand away.
"I apologize." The female anchor mumbled unclearly, undoing her blouse, she could only use this method to make him give up on killing her.
"I admit my mistake."
