As she looked at her face, Zhang Zhongkai twisted his neck, his laughter shallow.
"That's right, everything is for you. One man after another, all for you. Of course, that includes him."
His hand pointed at Iron Hand.
Iron Hand moved his lips but made no sound. He simply grabbed Zhan Se's wrist to stop her from going over.
Zhan Se's heart pounded with fear as she looked at Iron Hand in a daze. However, she couldn't break free from his grip, so she spoke softly to persuade him, "Brother Shou, he won't hurt me. Use me to trade for Ai Lun, really, he definitely won't kill me."
Iron Hand's lips were tightly pressed, unmoving, as he stared at Zhang Zhongkai, muscles in his arms tense, almost steaming with rage. Yet his fingers still tightly held her and wouldn't let go.
