After confessing, Qian Baoshan's face turned ashen. He looked pitifully at Xia Wenjin, like a little mouse awaiting someone else's decision on his fate.
However, Xia Wenjin felt no sympathy for him in this state.
When he harmed others, he never showed any pitiful demeanor, just hatred, cruelty, and greed.
Xia Wenjin retracted the dagger in her hand.
Although she couldn't immediately rescue those people, if there was a chance in the future, she would lend a hand if possible.
Feeling the dagger that had threatened to slit his throat suddenly leave, Qian Baoshan finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
Xia Wenjin calmly said, "I told you, if you confessed, I wouldn't harm you."
The three women who were watching were stunned. Did the crimes he confessed not warrant death? Why let him go free? They should cut more flesh off his body!
Qian Baoshan breathed a huge sigh of relief. He thought he was doomed to die, never expecting he could actually keep his life.
