With sharp shards of a broken bottle pressed against his throat, Wang Zhetao's heart was in his mouth. His eyes filled with terror as he looked at Lu Yu in front of him and stammered, "You, you don't do anything reckless, if you hurt me, I promise..."
"Enough with the babbling!"
Upon hearing Wang Zhetao's words, Lu Yu interrupted him abruptly. At the same time, he applied force to the shard, causing a trickle of crimson blood to emerge from Wang Zhetao's throat in an instant.
"I'm telling you, I don't care who you are. Now you have two choices!"
Holding the bottle shard tighter, Lu Yu continued, "First, call Yunting for me now. Second, I'll slit your throat with this shard!"
"Pick one of these two options!"
Lu Yu's words were colder than ice, utterly devoid of emotion, like a bloodthirsty beast, instilling fear in anyone who heard them!
