The word "death" danced back and forth on the fragile nerves of Qin Mingcheng, driving him completely insane. With a sharp slap, he struck Su Xinyue's face, repeatedly landing a dozen more hard slaps amidst her shocked gaze.
"Shut up! You shut your mouth! Don't say that word again, do you hear me? Don't say it again!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Su Xinyue continued to scream in agony. She struggled to crawl away but was yanked back by her hair by Qin Mingcheng.
"Where do you think you're going? Thinking of running away? I'll tell you, it's impossible! Right now, you're my bargaining chip for survival. You won't escape!"
He muttered frantically, dragging Su Xinyue into the building like dragging a dead pig. Su Xinyue attempted to resist but received several vicious kicks from Qin Mingcheng.
Listening to the harrowing screams from inside, Su Yijia smirked with satisfaction. Though the smile was faint, it was evidently genuine happiness.