832 Hostage

Tang Wulin suddenly laughed. "Is that so? Do you truly think I daren't do it?" A strong intention to kill burst forth from his body. His eyes suddenly turned blood red in the split second that the Golden Dragon Claw on his left hand was about to close around her throat.

Shen Xing could only feel the blood in her entire body about to freeze. The terrifying aura from Tang Wulin's body was suffocating her. This was the first time she had ever felt so close to death.

She had always assumed that she was not afraid of death and was even willing to sacrifice her life for the Federation. Yet, when she was at the juncture between life and death, she could not help feeling frightened.

The male officer's expression changed abruptly as well. "Stop. You'll be a federal offender if you kill her. We'll capture and execute you similarly."