Do Not Cross My Bottom Line

Ning Haoran revealed his ferocity. The sharp blade in his hand had already cut through Li Yuechan's skin, and blood was oozing out.

Li Yuechan bit her tongue, using the pain to force herself to stay conscious. "N-Ning Haoran, you're my sister's boyfriend. What you're doing now is a crime. If you stop now, I can let you off," she stammered.

"Shut the f*ck up! No one has ever beaten me up since I was a kid. Long Chen must pay a painful price," Ning Haoran roared. At the same time, he lifted his knee and hit her at the waist hard.

Li Yuechan struggled to stand still and fell to the ground, kneeling.

"Long Chen, if you don't want her to die, you'd better kneel. I'll count to three, or you'll bear the consequences. One..."

"Don't you want me to suffer? Okay. I'll stand right here and let you stab me. If you're a man, let her go and come at me," Long Chen shouted.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? If I let her go, you'll immediately beat me down."