He opened the door, stepped out of the car, walked over with his legs striding, and planted his hands on his hips in a relaxed posture.
"Why did you call me to this place?" he asked indifferently.
Standing up straight, An Ji took two steps towards him. Now, his height was almost the same as Tang Yuchen's. They looked at each other indifferently, both emanating an equally formidable aura.
He raised his hand, in it a hand grenade aimed straight at Tang Yuchen's chest: "Return Kangkang to my sister, and I will let you go."
Tang Yuchen looked down at the gun pointed at his chest, his expression unchanged: "What if I don't agree?"
"You lost to me, I can dispose of you however I want. Do you believe I would shoot you without hesitation?"
"I believe."
"So, do you value your life, or will you hand over the child?"
Tang Yuchen's lips curled into a faint smile: "Go ahead and shoot."
An Ji's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Don't think for a second that I won't dare to."
