Chapter 38

He was being hunted by other warlords.

Shen Jing’s father was the biggest drug lord in Southeast Asia.

His power reached the heavens, but when he died of illness, his empire crumbled.

Naturally, his only heir, Shen Jing, became a thorn in the side of countless people.

They wanted him gone, and fast.

As for me, held hostage by him, I thought this was all a dream.

Me: “Uh, big brother, you’re still spitting blood.”

Shen Jing wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

His red lips curved into a terrifying smile: “I’m not dying.”

Footsteps grew closer.

He dragged me slowly towards the edge of the cliff, his eyes like a vicious wolf’s, brooking no intrusion.

The people opposite actually recognized me, and seemed very anxious.

“Girl! What are you doing here!”

Then he said to Shen Jing: “Please don’t hurt her, please, let her go.”

Shen Jing coughed twice, spat out a mouthful of blood to the side, and sneered, his lips curling: “Let her go? And you’ll let me go?”

The person opposite: “Yes, yes, yes!!”

Shen Jing chuckled, dragging me towards the cliff edge: “Heh, who’d believe that.

“Even if I die, I’ll come back as a ghost to claim your dog lives!”

Just as he was about to drag me to hell with him.

At the last moment, I heard him suddenly release his grip and push me.

A light chuckle: “It’s bad luck to die with a woman.”

By some strange impulse, I suddenly spun around and reached out, grabbing him.