"Even if you let him go, you won't let me go," Ye Ranran said calmly.
Her statement sounded like a joke, but no one present could laugh.
Number Five hesitated, unwilling to put down the gun.
One stood coldly at the door, motionless, watching the situation inside like a guardian deity.
"I think, if this neck has a scar, it wouldn't look good in a wedding dress, would it?" The man's knife dug deeper.
"I've already been injured," Ye Ranran added.
"Shut up, do you believe I will kill you right now?" The man roared furiously.
"Go ahead, don't mind me, hurry up, I don't want to live anymore," Ye Ranran straightened her neck.
"Damn it, where did this freak come from?" The man cursed.
"Your master didn't ask you to kill me, did he? He wants me alive, right?" Ye Ranran sneered.
If he really wanted to kill her, he would have done it earlier. Why wait until now?
Having lived this long, she still possessed that much intelligence.
