"Okay, you must do as you say, or I won’t let you off even in death."

Yuan Jiayin grimaced. Once he had what he wanted, he would kill this woman right away, regardless of whether she became a ghost or something else.

Ye Lu weakly coughed twice and slowly reached into his pocket with her uninjured hand.

Yuan Jiayin’s eyes light up. He quickly bent over to grab whatever she was holding.

But Ye Lu suddenly grabbed his hand, pulled it toward her mouth, and bit down hard.

"Ah... my finger..." Yuan Jiayin screamed. The excruciating pain emanated from his finger. His index finger had astonishingly been bitten off by Ye Lu.

The burly men didn’t anticipate this. They hurriedly pulled Yuan Jiayin’s hand out of Ye Lu’s mouth. Their faces turned pale seeing Yuan Jiayin’s finger hanging by a thread. Instead of concerning themselves with Ye Lu, they rushed to stop the bleeding from Yuan Jiayin’s finger.

They discussed whether or not to call an ambulance.

Meanwhile, Ye Lu had found a moment in their chaos to struggle to her feet and continued running up the mountain.

After she had run a distance, she heard Yuan Jiayin’s agonized voice filled with loathing: "Don’t... let her... get away... Kill her..."

Two of the burly men quickly got up and started chasing Ye Lu.

Despair filled Ye Lu’s heart. Was she unable to escape?

Was she truly going to die here today? She touched her stomach, overwhelmed with grief.

Suddenly, a car drove down from the mountain. Her heart leapt with joy. There were people. She was saved.

She wildly waved her hands at the car, shouting for help, asking them to stop.

But the car showed no signs of slowing down.

Her excitement was doused. Was there really such ruthless indifference in this world? Had fate abandoned her once again? She couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t accept it.

With a determined and resolute look in her eyes, she bolted towards the road’s center.

The intense light from the car’s headlights blinded her momentarily. Her mind went blank. She felt that she would be hit and killed any second, turned into a bloody mess.

But she had nothing to lose. Her only choice was to gamble her life, gamble that the heartless person in the car would stop, or kill her instantly.

The screeching sound of tires grinding against the road echoed eerily in the night, but the car finally stopped, half a meter away from Ye Lu. A few more inches and Ye Lu would’ve been dead.

"S-h-i-t!" An angry male voice came from the driver’s seat.

Ye Lu didn’t care. She stumbled towards the hood of the car, and shouted at the person behind the windshield: "Kill me, or save me. Choose!"

The man in the driver’s seat, stunned by her fierce determination, turned to look at the man in the backseat.

"Mr. Hai, what should we do?"

"I told you, I’m not Mr. Hai."

"But your noble surname is so long it gives me a headache..." the driver muttered under his breath.

The regal foreign man in the backseat looked at the woman’s face on the windshield. Her pallor was filled with despair yet defiance, her gaze burning fiercely with the last vestiges of life. He stared in surprise.

"Such beautiful eyes. That audacious daring in the face of death is admirable!"

Ye Lu could hear the footsteps catching up to her from behind. Despair washed over her again. Suddenly, the sound of a car door opening made her heart leap. It was as if she had just heard the voice of salvation.

A tall, slim man stepped out, walking leisurely towards her.

He seemed foreign, but at that moment, she couldn’t care less.