The choice of death (1)

After hearing Tang Zhen's words, the mother and daughter's eyes revealed fear as they subconsciously took two steps back.

However, seeing qiaoer and Allie pointing their guns at them, they didn't dare to run away. Instead, they stayed where they were, looking helpless.

Behind Tang Zhen, Allie wanted to speak but stopped. Qiaoer, on the other hand, was expressionless. It was as if everything that had happened had nothing to do with him.

"Sir, you can't do this. It's not fair!"

The middle-aged woman growled hysterically. Her naked body trembled violently. Her hair was disheveled as she looked at Tang Zhen with a trace of madness and unwillingness.

That young woman did not say a word. She only looked at Tang Zhen in a daze. She was just like a walking corpse. It seemed that even death was unable to cause her fear.

"You don't have the right to do that, there's no Yingluo."

Tang Zhen was unmoved. He merely coldly looked at her.