"Ah..." the man cried out in pain, instinctively releasing his grip.
Qin Ye's movements were faster; the small stone he had picked up while bending over flew directly toward the man, striking him on the wrist that held the knife.
The knife dropped to the ground instantly.
Meanwhile, Qin Ye had already pounced and subdued the man.
This time, he swung his fists... beating the man to a breathless state.
Beside him, Qin Mei covered her mouth and wept silently.
She trembled violently, utterly terrified.
Qin Ye looked at the man, now as lifeless as a dead fish, and finally stopped.
After all, if he killed the man, he would owe a life, and for such scum, it really wasn't worth dirtying his hands.
After all, he still had a bright future, he wanted to spend his lifetime with his wife.
"Speak, who are you? Why did you kidnap my sister?"
The man, barely alive, didn't respond.
Seeing this, Qin Ye sneered coldly, then picked up the knife and turned his head, "Meizi, turn around."
