Lu Hongyan recovered slightly from her shock. Her survival instinct overpowered her fear. She slowed her breathing, feigning submission, while quickly scanning her surroundings from the corner of her eye. Yang Wanli's exhaustion and the slightly trembling blade against her neck gave her a sliver of hope.
"Old man..." Lu Hongyan's voice was hoarse, deliberately softening to show weakness. "Wang Yi... what kind of benefits did your boss give you? Black Wind Stronghold can give you ten times as much! Gold? Women? Or... your son's life?" Noticing Yang Wanli's advanced age, she intentionally threw out the bait to test him.
"Bullshit!" Yang Wanli spat. He tightened his grip, the blade pressing into Lu Hongyan's skin, drawing a thin line of blood. "I'm a man of Stone Village! The boss saved my entire family's lives! Who gives a damn about your filthy stronghold's—"
This was the moment!
