Chapter 818: A Dagger Held to Song Yinyin’s Throat
Chapter 818 A woman’s sweet voice came in from outside.
"Jinhan, I brought you some food, including the steak you like, and I also bought some fruit..."
The voice abruptly stopped. Song Yinyin had just reached the door of the ward, staring in shock at the scene before her.
She saw a tall man in a white coat who, even with a mask on, was clearly not a good person, fighting with Lu Jihan.
Moreover, Lu Jihan had a gun pointed at the man’s forehead. What was going on?!
She froze completely, stood still without daring to move, and didn’t even dare to breathe out.
Lu Jihan had already recognized that it was Song Yinyin’s voice, and his heart sank immediately.
Not good, why did she come back at this very moment?!
Feeling things weren’t right, he immediately pulled the trigger.
However, the man swiftly reacted and delivered a quick karate chop to Lu Jihan’s wrist.
The bullet from Lu Jihan’s gun deviated and shot into the stone wall.
Song Yinyin was so frightened that her face turned pale, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands.
The next second, she suddenly felt her wrist tighten. The man in the white coat had deftly turned around, trapping her neck with his arm.
Like an eagle grabbing a chick, with a swift movement, he used Song Yinyin as a shield between him and Lu Jihan.
At the same time, a dagger pressed against the delicate skin of her neck.
The man’s voice was low and terrifying, reminiscent of a devil’s whisper in hell, eerie and frightening.
"Drop the gun! Otherwise, your woman will die!"
"..."
Lu Jihan’s thin lips tightened, his face darkening with intensity.
His hand trembled slightly as well.
If Song Yinyin hadn’t barged in suddenly, he would have already shot the man’s wrist.
But now...
The petite woman in front of him looked at him helplessly, her face pale, eyes trembling, seemingly scared out of her wits.
Lu Jihan collected himself, forcing himself to calm down, and said, "Let her go!"
"Drop the gun!" the man repeated once more.
The dagger on Song Yinyin’s neck applied more pressure, and she winced in pain, causing Lu Jihan’s amber eyes to narrow sharply.
His gaze fell on her neck.
He knew that lowering the gun would allow the man to escape, but he dared not take that risk with Song Yinyin still in harm’s way.
Gritting his teeth, he remained silent, staring unblinkingly at the man’s face.
Seeing his hesitation, the man urged again, "Drop the gun! Or I’ll slit her throat!"
The man shouted angrily.
Song Yinyin’s expression grew more pained.
If you looked closely, you could see a slight trace of blood starting to appear on her neck.
Dammit!
Lu Jihan’s handsome brows furrowed tightly; he had no choice but to comply, slowly placing the gun on the ground.
The man’s dagger still pressed relentlessly against Song Yinyin’s neck as his eyes lingered on Lu Jihan’s face for a moment before he prepared to kick the gun away.
But it was during this moment of lifting his foot that Lu Jihan seized the opportunity. He hunched his body and crashed into the man.
The tremendous impact dislodged the dagger from the man’s hand.
Lu Jihan didn’t stop. Like a vine, he wrapped his arms around the man’s waist, holding him tightly, driving him back into the wall.
The solid wall absorbed the brutal force, and Song Yinyin could almost hear the sound of the man’s internal organs shifting.