Yang Chen stared at the spot where Qian Hai and Chen Siyan disappeared, biting his lip as he walked towards the dilapidated building.
Two knives were embedded in his body, and each step was excruciatingly painful, but he only frowned slightly, his steps resolute.
Upon reaching the second floor, Yang Chen saw Qian Hai holding an awl to Chen Siyan's neck.
"Let him go, and you can do whatever you want with me!" Yang Chen said in a deep voice, staring at Qian Hai.
"Heh heh!" Qian Hai chuckled lightly, "You think now that you're here, I'll let you go back? Why didn't you plead for me back then? Yang Chen, remember, this is all karma! You deserve it!"
As he spoke, Qian Hai's expression twisted, his emotions agitated, the awl piercing Chen Siyan's neck, drawing a thin line of blood.
