"Sun Binghe!" Yang Bin shouted.
But Sun Binghe had already strode forward and landed squarely on the jet ski before anyone could react.
"Bing He," Chu Yilan said quietly.
Sun Binghe gripped the throttle and gently pushed it forward.
He was hesitating.
But the next second, Chu Yilan said, "Your call."
Only you knew the demons in your own heart.
"You wouldn't dare!" Jin Lei saw what Sun Binghe intended and shouted his taunts, throwing in curses and another "little bastard." His answer was Sun Binghe's jet ski abruptly changing course and charging straight at him!
The dozen or so meters between them could be closed in an instant.
Jin Lei's eyes widened. A moment later, he stumbled and one of his men caught him. His men had realized something was wrong and started speeding away in the yacht.
Jin Lei was still struggling to steady himself when successive roars exploded beside his ears like pounding drums. He abruptly looked up to see Sun Binghe crouched low, half his face hidden behind the windscreen. The fierce wind swept his hair back, exposing his smooth forehead and ice-cold eyes.
Jin Lei finally realized that Sun Binghe was serious.
Just as Sun Binghe had promised Chu Yilan, he would keep Jin Lei in Qu City, whatever it took.
From where Shen Lian and the others stood, Sun Binghe was hard on his tail across the vast stretch of water illuminated by the distant lighthouse. But that wouldn't force Jin Lei to stop. Ram him? He would be taking the same risk himself.
And the yacht's engine and the jet ski's engine were directly opposite each other. One wrong move, and Sun Binghe could fall in and be churned into mincemeat.
"I'm going to beat him to death." Yang Bin watched with icy