"Take a deep breath and hold on! You'll be fine!"
Geng Zhiwei had sustained a fatal injury, and blood was gushing from his neck.
"Hold on, you can do it!" Li Banfeng inserted the Blood-Thirsty Pendulum into Geng Zhiwei's neck to stanch the bleeding.
Geng Zhiwei gasped with all his might. He didn't want to die. Though covered in wounds and having suffered greatly, he truly didn't want to die.
Sweat beaded on Li Banfeng's forehead as he saw Geng Zhiwei's condition worsen. "Keep breathing! You must hold on!
Think of your vast family business! You don't want to just hand it over to someone else, do you?
Think of all your assets! You wouldn't want them divided, would you?
Think of all your concubines! You wouldn't want them sneaking into someone else's bed, would you?
Deep breath, hold on! You can't die yet!"
Hearing Li Banfeng's encouragement, Geng Zhiwei's breathing instantly became rapid and forceful.
He was not content; he could not accept losing everything he possessed.
