"Damn!" Luo Ke cursed under his breath, "You're mine, how can you hurt yourself for them?!"
"If they die, I'll turn into a corpse right before your eyes, and you'll get nothing!" Luo Xiaoqian roared.
...
...
London, an old warehouse.
Leng Zimo finally made his way to the front, carefully pushing the door open.
Hearing the door being pushed open, Jiao Yang abruptly lifted his face. Seeing Leng Zimo standing at the door, he was initially delighted, then frantically shouted out in a panic.
"Don't come over, run, run!"
"Jiao Yang, it's Leng Zimo!" Leng Zimo thought he hadn't been seen clearly, quickly shouting as he rushed towards him.
Jiao Yang was so anxious that he shouted, "Get out of here..."
"I'm taking you with me!" Leng Zimo strode past him, setting the gun aside, and immediately began untying the ropes on his body.
Jiao Yang pushed him away, "There are cameras here, and a bomb under the bed, Luo Ke wants to kill you, leave now!"
