"Warming up my limbs and working out the body is great—the whole person feels refreshed and rejuvenated!"
Ye Luo stretched at the waist, as if the fierce battle that had just taken place was nothing more than a workout.
Immediately after, Ye Luo's gaze shifted to Wu Yingxiong, and he said coldly, "Release Sister Yan."
"Don't move!"
Wu Yingxiong snapped out of it and furiously pulled a handgun from his bosom, aiming it at Yan Ling's head while clutching her throat with one hand.
Seeing Wu Yingxiong with a gun, Ye Luo's brows furrowed slightly, and his face darkened. A chilling and bone-piercing intent to kill spread from his body, swiftly enveloping the area, causing everyone present to feel as if they had fallen into an icy cave, their bodies covered in a cold sweat, trembling inside.
"Put down the gun, and I'll spare your life!"
The sound of Ye Luo's cold and merciless voice boomed, making Wu Yingxiong tremble, his grip on the gun nearly failing him.