Ran all the way outside the bar.
The cold wind howled, making Song Yi feel a chill all over her body. Unfamiliar with her surroundings, she could only run aimlessly.
At a certain corner, a hand suddenly grabbed Song Yi's shoulder, and the man behind her caught up.
Song Yi froze completely, standing still.
"Don't move," the man said.
Along with this cold voice was the icy and dark gun pointed at her temple.
Song Yi didn't move.
She licked her lips, her voice trembling slightly, "Is, is there something wrong?"
"Something wrong?" The man sneered, "Aren't you aware of it yourself?"
Song Yi took a deep breath, trying to remain calm and composed.
"Well, we can talk about this. What do you intend to do?"
The two men exchanged glances. Gu Chu's instructions were clear—deal with her.
"Do it," one man said.
"I have something to say!"
At the moment the trigger was pulled, Song Yi spoke urgently.
The man paused, "Speak."
