g to do about your marriage with the Jiang family" Lao San He walked over and said, "I think you should have Xiang Wan have an abortion. Otherwise, if you anger your grandfather, you won't get anythin...She turned her head and shouted at the servants, "What are you all just standing there for I hired you to work, not to watch the show!"

The servants responded dumbly, scrambling forward in a fluster.

"Don't want him dead, just don't move!" He Hanchuan glared at the mercenaries with cold eyes, the shards of porcelain in his hand had already cut into Cui Jun's throat.

Blood flowed down Cui Jun's neck, quickly staining his shirt red.

"Hanchuan, calm down." The icy touch on his neck sent a shiver down Cui Jun's spine. He tried to remain composed, but even his voice trembled.

He didn't even bother to say a word to Han Chuan, his grip tightening.

A shard of porcelain had pierced into Cui Jun's flesh, and the pain was so intense he couldn't control himself, letting out a cry. Hanging precariously between life and death, his legs gave way beneath him; if it hadn't been for He Hanchuan still gripping him tightly, he would have collapsed onto the ground already.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” He Hanchuan was serious this time. Yao Shufen didn't dare to gamble Cui Jun’s life, so she hurriedly called a halt and signaled to the servants to go get the soldiers outside.

Ge Hanchuan's relationship with human experiments hasn't been completely severed. There are roughly twenty soldiers stationed around him, monitoring him, and they all know Yao Shufen.

He saw Yao Shufen's little movements and didn't stop them, only increasing the strength in his hand, drawing a half-inch long gash on Cui Jun's neck.

Blood gushed out, staining most of Cui Jun's body red.

The feeling of blood and life force draining from his body terrified him. He tried to speak, but his throat ached so badly that even the flow of his own blood seemed to quicken.

He didn't dare to move, let alone speak, fearing he might provoke He Hanchuan into making a fatal move.

Yao Shufen glanced at the door. It had been half an hour, how come those soldiers monitoring Han Chuan hadn't come in yet

She glanced at the blood on Cui Jun's neck. Things had come to this, there was no way she could pretend anymore.

"Let him go, or I'll tell you about Yuehua!" Yao Shufen gritted her teeth.

A hint of coldness crept into He Hanchuan's eyes. He loosened his grip on Cui Jun, and just as the other man breathed a sigh of relief, he slammed a shard of porcelain into Cui Jun's arm.

"Ah!"

Cui Jun covered his arm and screamed, falling to the ground. His whole body looked like he was fished out of blood.

"My dear!" Yao Shufen's expression changed, she took a few steps forward and wanted to help him up.

But before she could get close to him, He Hanchuan kicked the person on the ground aside with a sullen and handsome face.

This kick landed directly on Cui Jun's injured arm, he was in so much pain he almost fainted. Coupled with the wound on his neck, he was barely alive, unable to even crawl.

"Hánchuan, is this too much" Yáo Shūfēn said angrily.

He Hanchuan sarcastically said, "Is this too much If I had a knife, I'd chop off his right arm right now and give it to Xiangwan as interest."

Wasn't it going too far for them to mess with his wife behind his back

Is it not excessive to have chopped off Lin Na Lu's arm

"What interest, what disinterest, I don't know what you're talking about," Yao Shufen said. "Hanchuan, if you don't stop, don't blame me for..."

The last character abruptly stopped when he saw He Hanchuan pull Cui Jun up from the ground.

Yao Shufen could tell he was truly losing his patience. If she didn't mention Xiang Wan, he might really kill Cui Jun!

"Stop, I'll tell you where Wanye is!"

He didn't let go, nor did he speak. He just stared at her with cold eyes, crimson and coldness intertwined in his pupils, a surge of violent aura surrounding him.

Even though the lights in Mingming's living room were very bright, he seemed like a demon standing in the darkness, just by looking at him, people felt a chill.

"After the funeral, I invited A-Wan over to my place to chat and get to know you better. However, she left almost an hour ago. The staff here can all attest to that," Yao Shufen said, her voice laced with anger.

She turned her head and glanced at the maids beside her, who nodded in agreement.

"Ms. Yao didn't deceive you; she only asked Miss to sit with her for a while before letting her leave."

I saw Miss Xiang leave with my own eyes.

They had no idea what kind of deal Yao Shufen had made with Xiang Wan, nor what Yao Shufen had done. They were now terrified by the bloody scene before them and told He Hanchuan everything they had seen.

"Can I take Cui Jun to the hospital now" Yao Shufen hadn't been this distressed in many years. Each word she spoke was squeezed out between her teeth.

He didn't even glance at Cui Jun, who was weak. His voice was emotionless, "If you don't hand over Xiang Wan, he doesn't need to live anymore."

"You—" Yao Shufen pointed at him with a face ashen.

He interrupted her directly, his patience exhausted. "Where is she"

“I didn’t keep track of her, how would I know where she went” Yao Shufen was afraid of him getting out of control and didn’t dare to speak so directly, “Her phone and wallet are still here with me, she probably doesn’t have money to take a taxi. You can try looking along the road outside.”

She glanced at Cui Jun several times, a little anxious.

He bled so much, if he's not sent to the hospital soon, he might really be finished!

"Just to ask her to sit down, and have her purse and phone in your possession Can you weave a more pathetic lie" He Hanchuan sneered.

A-Wai's life and death are unknown, and her whereabouts are still a mystery.

He also didn't have the energy to settle scores with her here. He immediately called someone to check the nearby surveillance, while he and the driver along with a few soldiers searched for her on the road outside.

When he arrived, He Hanchuan was too anxious and didn't look at the road conditions. Now, he asked the driver to slow down and carefully observe the surroundings.

The driver drove at a snail's pace, and after several hesitations, he cautiously said: "Mr. He, there was an accident on the way here when we came. Do you think it might have been Miss Xiang"

He Hanchuan's body stiffened, he didn't speak, only his face turned ashen.

Seeing this, the driver didn't dare to say anything more, and concentrated on driving.

"Where did the accident happen" He Hanchuan clenched his fists, after a long silence, his voice trembled slightly.

The driver rarely saw him in such a state. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Just ahead, we'll be there in two or three minutes."

He drove to the scene of the accident.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, He Hanchuan had already gotten out.

The scene had been cordoned off, with several police officers conducting a crime scene investigation. In the middle of the tape marked "Do Not Cross", a car had burned into a blackened mass, and the ground was covered in blood, a sickening sight.

The smell of gasoline mingled with the coppery tang of blood and the acrid stench of burning plastic, making me feel nauseous just from inhaling it.

If the accident really happened in this car, the chances of survival would be very slim.

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