With ice-cold, emotionless eyes and a tone as chilling as if it came from the depths of the underworld, Nan Yan's demeanor sent shivers down An Muyao's spine.
She hadn't anticipated Nan Yan's audacity to attack her like this.
"An Xiran, strangle yourself!" An Muyao commanded without hesitation, and An Xiran immediately grabbed his own throat, squeezing it so hard that his fingertips turned white.
"Nan Yan, if you don't release me now, your fourth brother will choke himself to death, and you'll have to watch him die right in front of your eyes," An Muyao challenged.
She was gambling. Nan Yan certainly couldn't stand by and watch An Xiran commit suicide. However, An Muyao was mistaken if she thought this would intimidate Nan Yan.
With one hand still gripping An Muyao's throat, Nan Yan swiftly struck An Xiran's neck with the other.
A loud thud echoed as An Xiran collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back, unconscious.
