Hostage

"Let her go..." The man's face flushed red as he shouted, about to rush over. Zhang Tie merely tightened his grip slightly. With a faint, pained grunt from the masked woman, the man stopped short.

The human neck was an extremely vulnerable part of the body. For ordinary people, choking someone might only cause a feeling of suffocation. But for experts who cultivated Battle Qi, once the carotid arteries, central nerves, vertebrae, and other vulnerable areas of the neck fell into someone's grasp, that person's life or death could be decided in an instant, leaving them utterly unable to move or resist.

Neither the man nor the woman had expected the pursuit of Zhang Tie to end like this. In their eyes, the intelligence provided by the Eskil City Police Department contained a fatal error. Their assessment of Zhang Tie's level and strength had been gravely mistaken. An expert like Zhang Tie, though he had not yet revealed his cultivated Battle Qi, was at least Level Ten in both rank and strength. To deal with someone like him, they should have sent more formidable bounty hunters—not two Strong Warriors like them.

"Se...ton... don't worry about me. Kill... him!" Though the woman had fallen into Zhang Tie's hands, her neck clamped in Zhang Tie's iron-pincer grip and her central nerves restrained, she still held her head high in defiance and forced the words out through clenched teeth.

Only now did Zhang Tie learn that the man's name was Seton. He glanced at the masked woman. Though he could not see her face, her neck was elegant and slender, its skin smooth and fair. She presumably was not bad-looking either. Her graceful, elongated neck was gripped tightly by Zhang Tie's savage Dark Ripper Gloves, and that stark contrast gave rise to a