Hearing Zhang Jun's words, Xie Ting froze. She looked up at him in astonishment. "What thing my mother left me? I don't understand what you mean!"
Zhang Jun frowned. "Do you really not know, or are you pretending to be clueless?"
Before Xie Ting could answer, his gaze suddenly shifted to the young man beside her. He let out a cold laugh and said flatly, "I don't care whether you're pretending or not. Since you won't hand over that thing, I'll start by cutting off his hands and feet!"
"If you still refuse to hand it over, I'll kill him outright and take you back with me. Then I'll have plenty of ways to help you slowly remember where your mother hid the thing. Hmph!"
Zhang Jun snorted, then immediately ordered the middle-aged man in front of him, "Uncle Bo, cut off one of his arms first. If this bitch still won't talk, keep going and cut off his other arm, until you've taken both his hands and feet. Then kill him!"
"Of course, young master!"
The middle-aged man immediately acknowledged the order.
He drew a long sword from his back and, his expression cold, began walking toward the young man beside Xie Ting.
Seeing this, Xie Ting panicked and hurriedly shouted at Zhang Jun, "I really don't know what you're talking about! Zhang Jun, if you have a problem, come after me. Don't hurt an innocent person. Brother Wang has nothing to do with this. Let him go, and I'll come back with you!"
"So you really care about him, huh? The more you act that way, the more I'm going to kill him! After all, you're already my fiancée in name, yet you care so much about another man!"
Zhang Jun spoke coldly.
Then he immediately urged the