Chen Yang walked towards Hong Shaofeng with a blank expression.
"You... don't come near!" Hong Shaofeng shouted, placing the knife directly on Lin Hongyuan's neck, but his constantly trembling hand betrayed his inner fear.
Chen Yang was not concerned about his threat at all. Looking into his eyes, he said quietly, "If you really have the courage to die together, I would think more highly of you, but unfortunately, you don't dare."
Chen Yang's eyes were full of indifference, as if Hong Shaofeng was not a living thing in his eyes but a worthless weed.
Hong Shaofeng had never encountered such a terrifying gaze. Faced with Chen Yang, he did not even dare to have the slightest thought of resistance.
Chen Yang continued to walk slowly towards him, and just when Chen Yang was only a step away, Hong Shaofeng finally succumbed to the fear in his heart.
With a clatter, the weapon in Hong Shaofeng's hand fell to the ground.
