Liang Anya’s heart skipped a beat.

The Western man dressed in a black suit, upon hearing the voice’s command, immediately stepped out—it was the same person who had kidnapped Liang Anya earlier.

He approached Liang Anya from behind, and with a flicker of silver between his fingers, a resilient dagger pressed against her neck.

Liang Anya’s eyes widened, feeling a chill at the side of her neck.

The knife slid down an inch and sharply tugged, causing the thin T-shirt on her body to slant off half way!

A mysterious voice teased, "Tsk... no wonder our Hall Master can’t bear to leave..."

"Let her go," Si Yuheng’s voice was laced with cold severity.

"Looks like I need to teach Hall Master how to beg," the mysterious voice added a hint of irritation.

The man flicked the knife in his hand again!

"Si Yuheng! What grudge do you have with these people? Discuss it privately, okay? What’s it got to do with me?" Liang Anya bit her lip in humiliation.

Si Yuheng’s knuckles cracked loudly, his expression became more sinister and hard to read. Damn, he had so many enemies, and that bastard hadn’t shown up. How could he know who it was?

But whoever it is, once he gets this woman out, he must chop him into pieces!

"I’ll say it again, let her go. Otherwise, your death will be miserable. Is it funny using a woman to threaten?" Si Yuheng enunciated each word, the heat of anger fading away from his eyes, leaving only coldness.

The last sentence seemed to ignite the anger of the mysterious voice, which immediately erupted, "Laughing at me for using a woman? What right do you have to say that to me! You’re worse than I am, aware of what you’ve done yourself!"

Si Yuheng’s eyes flickered with suspicion.

The voice ridiculed again, "Looks like Hall Master still isn’t good at begging!"

The man understood the master’s intention, grabbed Liang Anya’s long hair, and the knife glinted!

Liang Anya let out a scream, feeling a length of her hair being cut off!

Her jet-black hair, like a sleek snake, fell to the ground pathetically, coiling into rounds.

"The next cut won’t just be Miss Liang’s hair," the voice was ominously dark.

Liang Anya shuddered, for the first time helplessly looking at the man in front of her, her eyes reddened as she cried out indignantly:

"Si Yuheng, are you happy now? I’m finally going to be killed because of you! If something happens to me, take good care of Xiaoxiao for me!"

Si Yuheng coldly interrupted, "Shut up, you fool!"

"Hahaha," the voice laughed wildly, as if pleased with the scene. "It’s a lot of fun seeing Hall Master tasting the feeling of losing his beloved woman. I’m really happy."

This sentence made a quick glimmer flash across Si Yuheng’s eyes.

He said nothing, squinting, "Tell me, what do you want."

"Why don’t we play a game? From now on, my subordinate will make a cut on any part of Miss Liang’s body. But before my subordinate ’attacks’ her, you can substitute for her and cut yourself on the same part, so my subordinate won’t harm her. Remember, you have to be quick."

The mysterious voice fell, and the suited man took out a dagger from his arms, placed it on the ground, and pushed it towards Si Yuheng opposite.

Cold sweat broke out on Liang Anya’s back. What kind of crazy game is this? Could a normal person even think of something like this?

Si Yuheng is an obsessive, violent man, and his enemies are all sick!

Si Yuheng stared at the dagger on the ground, his gaze growing darker and darker.

Their objective wasn’t really to harm Liang Anya; rather, it was more about tormenting him.

He picked up the dagger.

Liang Anya looked at him in disbelief, not having time to react before the suited man’s knife slid down her bare arm, the tip against her tender skin, ready to cut at any moment.

She understood—the game had begun.

"Game—is—start."

Sure enough, the dreary male voice drifted out.

Liang Anya gritted her teeth, preparing to endure the impending pain, but saw Si Yuheng raise the dagger and slice fiercely across the same spot on his left arm—

The outerwear tore, and blood flowed down the sleeve.

She froze.

According to the game rules, because Si Yuheng substituted, the man did not harm Liang Anya, and the dagger slid again, stopping on the woman’s thigh.

If the knife tip gently slid, there would soon be a bloodstain on the soft, smooth skin.

Si Yuheng’s tall frame slowly crouched down, half-kneeling on the ground. Gritting his teeth, he twisted the knife tip towards his leg and sliced down—

This time, it seemed to hurt a lot. He groaned in pain, his tall figure wobbling like a pine tree, yet he still managed to stand up without falling.

The man retracted the knife tip from Liang Anya’s leg, the game wasn’t over yet, lifting her up this time, placing the knife tip right at her neck, her swan-like delicate neck.

"No...!" Liang Anya’s pupils widened as she realized.

The neck—where the carotid artery was—he would bleed out and die.

The mysterious voice remained silent for a while, seemingly enjoying the scene.

Seeing Liang Anya interrupt, it laughed, "Hahaha, never thought I’d see Hall Master in front of me self-harming for a woman. Hall Master really has an unusual affection for this Chinese girl! So, still want to continue playing? Will she complete this cut herself, or will you take her place again?"

"No—you’ll die!" She was filled with terror, tears streaming down.

Si Yuheng shook his body upright, his near 190cm height making it especially difficult to support himself, yet revealing a touch of relentless tenacity, "After this cut, will you let her go?"

"I’ll consider it," the mysterious voice sneered.

Si Yuheng tightly gripped the dagger’s handle, slowly raising it, pressing the tip against his own neck.

"No... please don’t..." She trembled all over, her teeth clattered.

She hated him, always wanted to escape his control, to stay away from him. But now, seeing that he might die before her, an icy sensation surged from head to toe—

She struggled regardless of safety, crying out desperately:

"Don’t! Don’t!"

The man behind her impatiently restrained her, preventing her from moving.

"Bang—!"

A piercing sound shattered the warehouse’s silence, like the sound of gunpowder scraping through the air!

"Boom," a body hitting the ground sounded like a thundering crash!