Mo Daqiang shouted forcefully, "Either pay or perish, choose one!"
"Oh?" Shen Qinglan turned her head, speaking calmly, "What if I choose neither?"
"Then don't blame my cleaver for being relentless!"
With that, suddenly he dashed forward wielding the knife.
Dong Cong was so terrified his heart almost leaped out. He hurriedly grabbed Shen Qinglan to flee.
Shen Qinglan gently pushed him forward; not only did she not run, she surged toward the knife.
"Qinglan!" Dong Cong watched, stunned.
Just as everyone expected Shen Qinglan to be slashed, they heard a "bang" and Mo Daqiang flew out with his knife.
"Father—"
Mo Cheng stared fearfully at Shen Qinglan, whose expression was chilling, and subconsciously retreated backward.
"Ugh..."
Mo Daqiang struggled for a while before finally catching his breath.
