Gu Shaojun gave Xiao Man a deep look with his obsidian-like eyes, then held out his hand to Wei Zhenqing.
Wei Zhenqing handed Gu Shaojun a military dagger in a black leather sheath. As the blade was drawn, a cold, severe light glinted off it, a testament to its incredible sharpness.
"Little sister, I'll give you one last chance!"
Gu Shaojun, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned to speak to Xiao Man in the back. She was squeezed between Gu Shaozhen and Zheng Shaolian. She just smiled. "There's really no need. I don't have a way to undo it!"
