Shi Yu elegantly took a drag of his cigarette, with the smoke slowly billowing out from his nostrils.
After taking several drags, he threw the half-burnt cigarette he was holding to the ground and stomped it out with his foot.
His eyes were cold and unfathomable, as chilling as ice-cold pools.
He raised his long hand and made a gesture; Sun Yan who had been waiting outside immediately pushed a young woman into the hall.
The woman was bound by her hands and feet, and upon being pushed in, she fell straight to the ground.
Sun Yan pulled out a pistol, loaded it, and aimed it at her head.
Struck by immense fear, the woman’s body began to tremble; looking at Shen Bo, her eyes filled with terror and anxiety, "Dad..."
Shen Bo’s heart clenched violently, his eyes nearly bloodshot.
He had never imagined that, while he was aiming a gun at someone else, someone else was also pointing a gun at his daughter.
"Dad..." Shen Wei suddenly cried out, "I don’t want to die..."
Shen Bo glared at Shi Yu, "What do you want before you’re willing to let my daughter go?"
Shi Yu’s gaze suddenly turned cold and dangerously deep, "Three seconds. If your gun is still pointing at my woman, then your daughter, dies!"
Shen Bo knew his ruthless and uncompromising way of handling things and dared not gamble with his daughter’s life.
Just as Shi Yu was about to count to one, Shen Bo timely retracted his gun. Despite thousands of grievances, he had to compromise, "Today, I can let her go, but don’t you touch my daughter!"
You can let my woman go? It sounded like a huge joke to Shi Yu, who let out a scoff, "You don’t have the right to bargain with me."
Seeing that he had no intention of sparing his daughter, Shen Bo issued a harsh threat: "Laughable! My power in Jiang City is not inferior to yours. You can capture my daughter to threaten me, but with one phone call, I can also have those two Shens captured."
The two Shens he referred to were Shen Zhongming and Shen Mu.
Shen Cheng looked at Shen Bo and spoke indifferently, "Uncle, you are indeed still as despicable."
Although she addressed him as uncle, there was no hint of emotion in her voice.
Such is the stand-off between enemies.
"You need the capability to do so first."
Shi Yu spoke unhurriedly, his voice neither cold nor warm, but it felt oppressive.
Seeing Shen Bo still trying to act tough even as he faced his demise, Sun Yan laughed, "Shen Laoshu, you really overestimate yourself. Your power is indeed slightly above strays and miscellany. Unfortunately, compared to my boss, you don’t even qualify as a green onion!"
Shen Bo was infuriated by his words, barking: "This is not your place to speak, servant! Put away your gun or I’ll make you regret it!"
Sun Yan pointed at his own head and questioned him, "Got a problem here? Better see the situation clearly before you act tough, otherwise, you’ll have no daughter left."
While speaking, he deliberately slid the gun barrel up and down on Shen Wei’s forehead, frightening her to the point where her face turned pale and her body started trembling violently.
"You..." Shen Bo roared furiously, "If anything happens to my daughter, I’ll make you pay with your lives!"
Sun Yan, facepalming and somewhat speechless, said: "..."
Didn’t he see they had more people and more guns? Who would be burying who!
To Shi Yu, Shen Bo’s words held no threatening weight whatsoever.
He raised his hand, adjusted his shirt collar with an elegant gesture, and then strode towards where Shen Cheng was standing.