Xin Huai raised his hand with difficulty.

The sniper hiding far away, seeing this gesture, immediately put down the weapon in his hand.

"You guessed I'd be here all along, didn't you?" Ye Ziyu asked.

Although Xin Huai had his neck pinched, a sarcastic smile remained on his face.

"Haven't you heard that saying, Shao Yu? The people who understand you best are not your friends, but your enemies. How could I possibly not guess what you were planning?"

"It's a pity you don't know me well enough. If you did, you'd know I was prepared to leave Yunqing behind long ago, so... Sweetheart He's fate is beyond your saving."

He gazed intently at Ye Ziyu's face.

He knew very well that before he figured out He Tiantian's whereabouts, Ye Ziyue dared not act rashly towards him.

Even if she didn't kill He Tiantian, as long as she broke one of He Tiantian's hands or crippled a leg, or... let her people "handle" her properly, Yun Qingxi would still absolutely not forgive Ye Ziyue.

Xin Huai's smile grew wider and more joyful.

"Who would have thought, blackmailing the esteemed Young Yu would be such a simple matter…"

However, before he could finish his words, his breath caught in his throat.

Ye Ziyu choked his throat, a chillingly cold smile appearing in his ink-black eyes. That smile made Xin Huai's heart involuntarily chill.

"Of course, I know what you want to do. You think I'm here to be a hostage?" he said coldly.

Xin Huai didn't understand the meaning of these words at first.

By the time he figured it out, it was too late.

Ye Ziyu's hand somehow acquired a dagger that gleamed with icy light. He grabbed Xin Huai's hand and plunged it in viciously.

A scream echoed throughout William Wharf, and Xinhuai immediately broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

The dagger pierced Xin Huai's palm, blood dripping continuously. A thick smell of blood suddenly arose in the night.

Compared to Xin Huai, Ye Ziyu's face was remarkably calm, a calmness that was unnervingly eerie.

There was no emotion in his eyes: "If you want to see Xixi, of course you'll have to meet her yourself."

"What...so what?" Xin Huai covered his wound and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

He tried his best to remain calm, not wanting to appear cowardly in front of Ye Ziyue, his sworn enemy.

Why?

Why is that?

It was clearly him who kidnapped He TanTan, Ye ZiYu should have let him take control, why does Ye ZiYu have the guts to do this?!

He incredulously raised the uninjured hand, making a menacing gesture, then stared down at Ye Ziyu with grim determination.

He was waiting. After a few seconds, a bullet whizzed through the air and pierced Ye Ziyu's skull.

However, all he heard were the sounds of the wind and the waves, a silence so profound that it filled him with unease.

"I've already pinpointed the sniper's location. You think he'll still be alive?" Ye Ziyu asked coldly.

Xin Huai's face instantly turned ashen.

"Before, He TanTan was your hostage. Now, she is mine." Ye ZiYu continued to say coldly.

"You...you believe me if I have someone do her right now!" Xin Huai's face turned from blue to white.

Hostages?

He had never suffered such humiliation!

"I don't believe it." Night Ziyu's reply, only two short words.

"How did you know I didn't bring anyone in? My people have surrounded this place. Ye Ziyu, if you dare to move me again…"

Xin Huaiqiang spoke calmly, but before he could finish his sentence, a flash of silver struck.

It's still the dagger!

The dagger this time went straight into his left shoulder. Ye Ziyu's movements were surprisingly clean and swift, drawing his sword without a word. Blood gushed out instantly, followed by a searing pain.

Xin Huai staggered back a few steps, almost collapsing to the ground in pain.

"How many people can you summon right now?" Ye Ziyu stared at him with a blank expression.

Xin Hui's cold sweat was almost soaked into his back: "Ye Ziyu, you...you..."

"So, no one at all?" Ye Ziyu's sword eyebrows rose slightly.

Xin Huai glared at Ye Ziyu with hatred.

Without enough confidence, he wouldn't have come to this dock in person.

He knew that it wasn't Ye Ziyu who had come, but Yun Qingxi.

So he only called a small number of people to ambush near here. Too many people at this time would make it easier for word to get out and ruin things; fewer people would be more manageable.

If it's Ye Ziyu who appears, immediately call for the snipers. If it's Yun Qingxi who shows up, he can take her away on a cruise ship. As for letting He Tiantian go... simply a dream!

If you can catch both, why let one go?

By then, whether it's Yun Qingxi or He TanTan, they can all be used by him.

It was so easy for these two women to manipulate Ye Ziyu and Ye Ziru!

As a matter of fact, his plan failed. His men who were laying in wait nearby disappeared without a trace at some point, and even the snipers were dealt with by Ye Ziyu’s people...

Now, he is all alone here.

But Ye Ziyu wouldn't come alone; he would certainly bring the Blood Oath Hall's subordinates with him.

So...that's how he became Ye Ziyu's "hostage"?

Xīn Huái couldn't accept this fact at all, he wished he could cut Yè Zǐyù a thousand times!

His hand reached into his sleeve, where a Colt Python lay concealed. With it, he could easily eliminate Ye Ziyu, the thorn in his side.

Yezǐ Yù noticed his actions, but did not stop him.

Xin Huai's hand moved suddenly, about to draw out his Colt "Python", but he drew a blank!

"The person who knows you best is not your friend, but your enemy," Ye Ziyu coldly repeated what he had said before. "You think I wouldn't have guessed that you must have defenses?"

Saying that, he simply threw the Colt “Python” to the ground.

Xin Hui's face turned pale.

You now have two choices: release He Tiantian, or you die. Ye Ziyu's sharp features were half-lit in the harsh light, his entire person emanating a Shura-like chill, as if from hell itself.

Though Xin Huai had seen Ye Ziyu from afar before, the feeling he had now was completely different.

He knew Ye Ziyu was a formidable person, but he never imagined that Ye Ziyu could give off such a strong sense of oppression!

It was as if an invisible boulder pressed down on his chest, capable of crushing the heart that beat within him at any moment...

"I give you three seconds." Ye Ziyu's pale lips moved slightly. "Three."

A single, short syllable caused Xin Huai's lips to tremble uncontrollably: "Wait... wait..."

"Second." Ye Ziyu uttered the next syllable without hesitation, his hand already gripping the blood-stained dagger once more.

The dagger was extremely small, as diminutive as a fallen leaf, radiating an unfeeling chill in the moonlight.

"Let him go, and I will let her go!" Xin Huai didn't dare to hesitate for even a second.

"Good." Ye Ziyu nodded. "Within ten minutes, I want to see He TanTan safely reach the castle, not a single hair out of place."

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