Song Yan wasn't afraid in the slightest of Lin Dong laying a hand on her.
Because he couldn't hurt her at all.
Just like now.
Lin Dong's hand was still raised in mid-air when it froze there.
Because a sharp knife was pressed against his neck!
"Lin Dong!" Jiang Yinrong was startled, looking in shock at Lu Zhanying, who was holding the knife, "What are you doing? Put the knife down, now!"
Lu Zhanying's face was ice cold, and she turned a deaf ear to her words.
Her movements were quick and precise, Lin Dong felt that it was all in the blink of an eye that her knife had reached his neck!
Sweat instantly covered his forehead, his initial rage dissipated in a moment, replaced by a wave of fear engulfing him, and he started to panic.
"What do you want to do? Calm down, let's talk this out."
Lu Zhanying spoke with a sinister tone, "I advise you not to move, I like to slit a chicken's throat slice by slice when I kill it, letting it die slowly and in agony."
Lin Dong: "......"