Whirling around, he turned to his subordinates who were frantically raging, "What are you standing there for? Why aren't you chasing after them?"
Even though he knew it would be very difficult to catch up now.
This wasn't Yangcheng, where he could not arrange for many people to pursue in all directions at a moment's notice.
But it didn't matter.
Fortunately, there was still one fool in his grasp.
Si Chen turned his head back, his narrow, phoenix-like eyes shining with a terrifying gleam like a hawk, and suddenly fixed his gaze on the woman who was still gasping for fresh air.
Chi Ying felt a chill, quickly shrank her neck, and thought of escaping.
But before she could move, he grabbed her by the collar, lifting her as easily as if she were a bag of trash, "Thinking of running away?"
Chi Ying didn't dare to breathe heavily, and frantically shook her head.
However, Si Chen snorted coldly, his strikingly handsome face not softening but instead becoming icier.
