Upon hearing the voice from the phone, Xu Wendong's expression suddenly changed, and a chill ran through him as if he had been struck by a piercing cold.
He never expected that Zhang Nian would be abducted.
In an instant, Xu Wendong's gaze turned into ice blades in the cold night, sharp and fierce, and his aura became overwhelmingly severe, like a long-dormant volcano ready to erupt with world-destroying fury at any moment.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, the knuckles whitening from the pressure, as he uttered coldly, "You'd better not harm a single hair on her, or I'll make you wish for life or death in vain!"
"If you don't want her dead, come to South Lake!" The man's voice on the other end emitted a sinister laugh, then abruptly hung up.
