The icy disdainful words reached Ling Chen's ears. He slowly lifted his head, looking at Jiang Hanlin who stood tall and proud across from him, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth, revealing teeth stained red with blood—feral, horrifying, like a wild beast that had just awakened.
Jiang Hanlin turned his back, unwilling to glance at Ling Chen again, his tone indifferent: "Hand him over to you. He's not worthy of dying by my hand."
Hearing this, Jiang Han immediately leaped forward, eyes alight with bloodthirsty excitement, and chuckled coldly: "Dad, let me do it. I've long wanted to slaughter this guy myself." As he spoke, he extended his hand and someone immediately handed him a sharp dagger.
Seeing Jiang Han approach step by step, Nanrong Wanqing bit her silver teeth and immediately rushed forward, arms wide open, blocking Jiang Han.
"You're not allowed to touch him."
"Cousin, you'd better step aside; I don't want to hurt you."
