When Lü Kong heard Yun Shan's resolute words, he felt as though five thunderbolts had struck him at once. He froze in place, unable to move, all his strength seemingly drained away in an instant, leaving only a deathly, bewildered emptiness.
It felt as though an invisible hand had savagely torn his chest open, leaving a bottomless, bleeding wound. Waves of searing pain poured through him, relentless and unending.
He could clearly feel that the most important piece of his heart was gone for good.
Yet even in such utter despair, Lü Kong refused to give up. The tiny shred of hope lingering in his heart sustained one last struggle.
He took a step forward, his gaze locked on Yun Shan, his eyes so abject they seemed to sink into the dust. His voice choked with tears as he pleaded on the verge of collapse:
"Junior Brother... Junior Brother, please, what will it take for you to give this bitch back to me?
Just name your terms. Whatever the conditions, whatever the price, I'll give everything I have to satisfy you!
Please... please, show me mercy and let me off..."
He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood he did not even notice.
He knew all too well that once Nangong Jin escaped his control completely, her hatred and tenacity would drive her to seek revenge by any means necessary. When that happened, he would know no peace, day or night.
Besides, he had long since become addicted to Nangong Jin's body, obsessed beyond the point of being able to live without her.
Whatever the price, he had to take her back.
Faced with Lü Kong's heart-rending pleas and despair, Yun Shan merely gave him a brief glance. A cold, mocking