How could they do this? Lu Ting Zhou already declined, but what if they meant what they were saying? Would Lu Ting Zhou kill her?
"I don't think they bluff; whichever one of us dies, they won't lose anything; at the end, they can just harvest the organs and sell them..." Lu Ting Zhou replied flatly, his gaze still pinned on the nearest camera. "But they do lie. Constantly."
A metallic clunk echoed from the wall. From a small hatch, something slid out—a sleek, silver blade, its edge glinting under the cold artificial lights. The room grew tenser as both of them stared at it.
It was a sharp blade, just one cut, and the opponent would be dead! Did they mean it?
Yaya staggered back horrified. "No… No, I won't....!" She might have abandoned him but he was her son... How can she do that?
Lu Ting Zhou trudged forward and picked up the blade checking it out.
Holding the blade, he walked over to where Song Yaya was seated.
"No! No! Don't get any closer! Don't come near me..."
