"That's more like it," Song Yun said with a smile. "Come on, give it to me. As long as my woman wakes up safely without any aftereffects, I'll let you go."
"My antidote... isn't on me!" the Witch Doctor said.
Song Yun's hand suddenly gripped tighter, and the Witch Doctor felt as if his neck was being strangled by steel wire, instinctively stretching it out.
"I really don't like being played," Song Yun said to himself. "You're testing my patience and wasting my time."
"Bastard, let go of my grandpa!" Bailing glared at Song Yun, shouting.
"Oh? This is your grandpa?" Song Yun said in surprise, "I thought you were a couple."
"You're the couple, you bad guy! Let go of my grandpa, or... or I won't let you off!" Bailing shouted.
Song Yun sneered, saying, "Tell me, how won't you let me off?"
"I... I..." Bailing stammered for a while, unable to say anything, and finally said, "Anyway, let go of my grandpa, and I'll give you the antidote!"
