Yan Dong's pretty face was ashen; it seemed as though her neck was about to be snapped.
Lin Shuang's grip was too powerful, his one hand clutching Yan Dong's neck with an immense force... He truly had the ability to snap Yan Dong's neck in an instant.
Lin Shuang's hand kept increasing its force, "Pft!" Yan Dong's pretty face turned white as she spat out a mouthful of sweet blood.
She was choked into coughing up blood.
This heiress of the Yan Family was kidnapped.
Yan Dong finally panicked, 'Clang!' She let go of the long sword in her hand, the blade falling to the ground.
"Tell the Yan Family members to back off." Lin Shuang shouted coldly.
Yan Dong's pretty face was icy and pale with a hint of reluctance, but she could only shout to the surroundings, "Everyone... retreat!"
With Yan Dong's command, the group of Yan Family thugs surrounding them had complex, grim expressions but could only slowly step back.
At this moment, Lin Shuang had both hands each clutching a woman.
