"I'll stay, let her go," Wang Dadong said very calmly.
It was as if what he was about to do was a trivial matter.
But it was far from trivial, because staying could very likely mean death.
Lin Shiyan looked at Wang Dadong with utter disbelief.
In her eyes, Wang Dadong was nothing more than a pretty boy who knew how to charm women.
Their relationship had also become extremely strained, and she'd never expected him to step forward to die for her at this moment.
Looking at his shoulder, still streaming with blood, Lin Shiyan's heart was suddenly touched.
The bullet had penetrated his shoulder directly—how painful that must have been. Yet, Wang Dadong hadn't even glanced at his wound and had gone straight into negotiating with the criminal.
At this moment, Wang Dadong no longer seemed sleazy, but filled with a real man's commanding presence.
Upon Wang Dadong's stepping forward, Zhang Jun was also somewhat stunned. He had never expected someone would actually do such a thing.