"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!"
Leng Zimo stepped back two paces, almost falling, he looked up, frowned at Jiao Yang, and quickly glanced under the bed.
Sure enough, the black box under the bed was flashing red, attached to the ropes.
Gritting his teeth, he turned and rushed to a nearby table, pulling open the drawer, searching.
In the corner of the drawer, he found a rusty old pair of scissors. Leng Zimo grabbed it at once and ran back to Jiao Yang.
"Are you crazy, didn’t you hear me, go... go..." Jiao Yang angrily shouted, "If you die, what about Xiao Qian?!"
"Cut the crap!" Leng Zimo also shouted, "I, Leng Zimo, will not abandon my friends!"
Jiao Yang’s body stiffened.

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