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"Shoot."

"Let him go!"

"Shoot!"

"You will die miserably!"

"Who are you, and why are you kidnapping me?"

"Erlang! Mother—"

"..."

"What have you done!"

"Back off."

In the dimly lit corridor of the houseboat, devoid of light, the subtle glow from the kitchen fire and the living room oil lamp faintly illuminated both ends, creating a suffocating atmosphere of confrontation. A giant, a crossbow, a dagger, blood, and a seemingly dying hostage, with water seeping in beneath his feet. The giant, wielding the crossbow, roared angrily, his suppressed ferocity erupting uncontrollably. In contrast, the figure a few meters away seemed disproportionately small, yet his hand remained steady, a dagger pressed against the hostage's throat.

As the giant's furious and threatening voice echoed, the response came directly, neither fierce nor flippant, but concise, quiet, and unwavering, like a pillar firmly planted in a raging torrent. It seemed as if the water would engulf and sweep it away, but in the next moment, the spray subsided, and it remained unchanged. Almost as soon as the giant uttered each word, the response came immediately, without hesitation or superfluity, suppressing the giant's momentum of anger.

The figure took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said, word by word, "What... have you done to them."

"Guess."

"What happened—"

The roar was deafening, but the response, quiet and swift, returned beneath the wave of sound: "If you like, guess again."

The giant's teeth trembled as he stared at the figure, as if he wanted to devour him alive with his gaze, then he took a deep breath and finally took a step back.

"I misjudged..."

"That's good." The only way out was through the living room. Ning Yi watched the step and replied coldly, pushing the unsteady hostage forward a step. Then, the other party slowly took another step back...

"If they are alright, there is room for discussion."

"Good."

"As long as they're not dead."

"Good."

"...Otherwise, I swear I will kill your entire family!"

"Good."

"I will peel off your skin and make you wish you were dead!"

"Good."

"Ning Yi! Ning Liheng!"

A mere few steps, a few sentences of dialogue, casual and perfunctory replies. The giant had reached the living room doorway, the light illuminating his side. With each roar, his expression twisted as if convulsing, clearly enraged by the responses. Usually, a scholar like this would cower in fear just encountering him on the road.

Behind the hostage, the scholar, who had been cautiously revealing only one eye to watch the front, now tilted his head, both eyes looking over coldly. But after a moment, he realized that the other party wasn't reacting to him shouting out the name. The gaze looked at him, and then said, word by word, "...Keep backing up, keep talking, don't. Stop."

Yang Yi slowly turned around, stepping back over the threshold separating the living room and the corridor.

Dim lamplight flickered in the living room, casting his huge shadow towards the doorway. Beside the door, Yang Heng, holding a steel knife, hid there, exchanging a look with him as he retreated. From the moment he heard the first words, he hadn't rushed into the passage, but stood by the door, ready to react. In the corridor, Ning Yi watched the shift of the shadow, pushing the hostage forward. At this moment, neither could see the other.

"Who sent you?"

"There! Are! Industry! Rules!"

Yang Yi retreated, holding the crossbow, kicking over a stool.

"You will never escape!"

"Mm."

"This is outside the city, no one will come to save you!"

"Oh."

"Leave this house, and you will still die!"

"Good."

"I admit I misjudged, but you are just a scholar, you will be afraid! One wrong step... and you are dead!"

Ning Yi's figure appeared at the doorway, looking at him coldly, turning the hostage in a different direction. Yang Yi shook his head.

"I, Yang Yi, can admit defeat! As long as you leave my Yang family a descendant, everything is negotiable."

The lamplight was dim, and the room seemed to become darker due to the atmosphere of confrontation. Yang Heng, close to the wall, held the steel knife, his eyes wary. Next to him, Ning Yi was about to push the hostage in, the dagger still against his throat. He quietly looked at the hand holding the knife.

At the table in the distance, Yang Yi's expression softened slightly: "I, Yang Yi, keep my word."

His foot stepped inside, and a slightly changed tone suddenly rang out: "How do we negotiate?"

It was also at this instant...

...that the atmosphere of confrontation seemed to reach its lowest point. By the wall, Yang Heng's five fingers on his left hand moved slightly, preparing to lift upwards. And in the next moment, the roaring voice suddenly rose.

"Eat this—"

"Careful—"

The slightly lowered atmosphere suddenly soared. This was the first time the scholar named Ning Yi had shouted. The lamplight flickered, the figures swayed, the wind howled, and a dark shadow swung towards Yang Heng. Yang Heng raised his knife to parry, and the straw rope snapped in the air.

The earthenware pot spun and flew, closing the distance to Yang Heng. He instinctively raised his elbow.

Boom—

"Aaaaaah—"

"You motherfucker—"

"Shoot—"

"I'm going to kill you—"

"You're dead, you're dead!"

"Pull the trigger, pull the trigger, pull the trigger—"

In the dim lamplight and the room, fragments of the earthenware pot shattered in the darkness, scattering everywhere. Boiling oil splashed onto Yang Heng's upper body. Instantly, screams rang out along with the sizzling sound of scalding. Yang Yi instantly raised the crossbow. His anger showed no signs of subsiding, and he seemed ready to rush over at any moment. Ning Yi pushed the hostage a few steps and rushed into the room, then pulled the person towards a corner to the side.

The voices of the three people in the entire room rang out together. Yang Heng's elbow and upper body blocked a lot of the boiling oil, preventing it from directly hitting his head, but the area around one eye was still affected. It was summer, and he was only wearing a single layer of clothing. At this moment, half of his body was drenched in the boiling oil. Amidst the screams, he swung his knife and split a stool next to him. He could still shout out fiercely, his face and body covered in blisters, looking as hideous as a monster! He seemed ready to pounce at any moment, while Yang Yi was shaking his head forcefully.

"I don't believe you will let him go now—"

"He wouldn't dare kill Daren! He wouldn't dare kill Daren!"

"Come on, try it, why aren't you pulling the trigger!"

"I won't let you out."

"Kill him!"

"Come over, no matter what happens to me, as long as something goes wrong, this knife will sever his neck in the first instance..."

"You won't leave this door today!"

"Block the door!"

"His trachea will be torn open, blood will gush out of his throat, and there will be more foam. Your son will certainly feel pain, and then he will realize he can't breathe..."

"If he dies, you die..."

"I'll cut off your hand—"

"Do you know what it feels like to be unable to breathe? Imagine it, imagine it, like a fish out of water. His whole body will convulse, his arms and legs flailing. His neck has already been cut open, he might even try to dig at it with his hands, and then there will be more blood on his hands and body, until he feels nothing at all. You might be able to drink a cup of tea and watch slowly! Come on!"

"You will die even more miserably than him!"

"But he is your son!"

The three people in the room were like three endpoints of a confrontation, occasionally moving slightly, maintaining distance. Their speech speed was extremely fast. Yang Yi held the crossbow, blocking the door with a seemingly firm tone. The crossbow shook as he tried to aim at Ning Yi's vital points. The ferocious Yang Heng was fierce and violent. Ning Yi spoke quietly and quickly, staring at the two giants in the room. Amidst the angry roars, Yang Heng even made a gesture to pounce, and Ning Yi slightly adjusted his direction, causing him to retreat again.

"I won't negotiate with you anymore, you won't let my son go!"

"He wouldn't dare make a move!"

"If you move, I move!"

"No one is getting out of here today."

"Let's see who can last longer, me or your son..."

"Aiya—"

Yang Heng suddenly roared, swinging his knife as if he was about to rush up. Ning Yi suddenly took something out from behind his back with his left hand, and a few sparks flickered in the room: "Come on!" It was a fire starter he had taken from the kitchen. Yang Heng's face was ferocious, and he stopped his steps, shouting, "Throw it!"

"Of course, I will throw it."

"Then throw it over!"

"If you have the guts, come over..."

Yang Heng rushed out a step, and Ning Yi waved his hand, causing him to suddenly stop and retreat. However, the fire starter was not really thrown out. This was repeated several times, and the iron tower-like giant seemed to be going all out, constantly trying to get closer to Ning Yi. He was also certain that Ning Yi would not dare to kill the hostage until the very last moment, creating chaos and openings. Ning Yi, holding the knife and挟holding the hostage, was also moving his position. Not far away, Yang Yi held the crossbow, being vigilant. At one moment, Yang Heng and Yang Yi exchanged a look, and Yang Heng suddenly pounced out.

The room was already extremely tense, and all three people were straining their minds. Ning Yi waved his hand, and Yang Heng changed direction again. Then, with another loud shout, Yang Heng and Yang Yi's positions crossed, and the fire starter was thrown out, flying towards Yang Heng.

Yang Yi's speed was even faster, kicking away a stool, and the fire starter was knocked away. Yang Heng rushed over with no reservations. Ning Yi grabbed backhand, grabbing the oil lamp on the side pillar. In the next moment, the oil lamp did not move, and the lamp stand was actually nailed to the pillar. Yang Heng approached! Reaching out to grab the dagger placed on his nephew's neck. Yang Yi kicked aside the stool blocking his way, while simultaneously exerting force to get closer!

Ning Yi's left hand suddenly plunged into the oil lamp, splattering with kerosene.

The room darkened for an instant, Yang Heng's left hand violently grabbed the dagger, pulling it open. In the next moment, the dimmed firelight shone between Ning Yi and Yang Heng.

Boom—

Flames soared and bloomed! Pouncing in two directions!

In that instant, Ning Yi ignited the other party's body with the wick and kerosene, while at the same time, igniting his own left hand.

Amidst the exploding and soaring flames, Yang Heng's screams were heard, but his hand still pulled the dagger away from his nephew's neck. Ning Yi forcefully drew the knife, and blood splattered in the firelight. On the other side, Yang Yi approached, reaching out and pointing the crossbow over. Ning Yi released the hostage and rushed to the side, slashing the knife directly at Yang Heng's head.

"Aaaaaah..."

"Yaah—"

"Ah—"

The crossbow bolt flew past Ning Yi's back, Yang Heng screamed with flames erupting on his body, Yang Yi's shouts, and Ning Yi's forceful swinging of the knife rang out together. The figures crossed in that moment, and the flames raged wildly. Yang Yi saw a chance and pushed his son aside, attempting to grab Ning Yi, only to find emptiness. Ning Yi, who was originally rushing towards Yang Heng to swing the knife, was now rushing out with his son. For a moment, he couldn't react, watching his brother's body engulfed in flames and a dagger deeply embedded in his head. When he chased towards Ning Yi and his son, he was shocked to discover that there was a rope tied between them.

The blood-soaked scholar almost pushed his son to the other side of the room, then turned around, pulling out an iron skewer from behind his back and again holding it against his son's throat, looking over here.

Yang Heng took a few steps back and crashed to the ground in flames. The flames were not a fatal wound. If he rushed out and jumped into the river, it wouldn't be fatal, but Ning Yi took advantage of his sudden panic and relentlessly slashed at his head, which was enough to be fatal.

Everyone was scheming. Just now, Yang Heng and Yang Yi revealed some openings, luring Ning Yi to throw the fire starter out. If Ning Yi hadn't walked to the oil lamp, he probably wouldn't have thrown it out so easily. After all, this room belonged to the Yang brothers. They knew that the oil lamp was fixed, but the scholar certainly didn't. Yang Heng risked his own life to take advantage of this moment of hesitation to break the situation, but who knew that the scholar's reaction could be so fierce in an instant, directly igniting his own hand to ignite the other party.

At this time, at the other end of the room, he was still holding the hostage in front of him, his left hand originally grabbing the other party's chest. At this time, the flames were still burning fiercely. When Yang Yi turned his gaze over with sadness and anger, he coldly looked at the other party, patting the hostage several times with his burning left hand, and then patting himself. The kerosene stained his arms and wrists, and for a moment, it could not be extinguished no matter what. Yang Yi watched his hand wave in the air, then suddenly clenched into a fist, and forcefully swung it backhand.

With a bang.

Behind him was originally a black-tiled wine jar. The wine jar was large, and the jar wall was burned very thickly. This strike probably used up a lot of strength, breaking the wine jar with one punch. It is estimated that his hand had also been fractured or even broken. The wine gushed out with a bang, and he extinguished the flames on his left arm in the wine, sizzling. His whole hand was trembling slightly, and it looked like it was already ruined.

However, the cold gaze looking over and the right hand holding the iron skewer against his son's throat had not moved at all. Only the furrowed brows twitched slightly several times...

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