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Tiger held Lin Wanqing tightly in his arms, pressing a knife against her neck, the blade gleaming coldly white under the fluorescent light.

His arms were trembling.

It wasn't nervousness, it was pain.

The arm that Zhang Yifan dislocated yesterday hasn't fully healed yet, so he can't use it and can only use his other hand to tightly strangle Lin Wanqing's neck.

Lin Wanqing's cheeks flushed red from his grip, her breathing became rapid, and tears streamed down her chin, dripping onto Tiger Brother's bulging veins on the back of his hand.

"Don't come any closer!"

Tiger shouted at the policeman at the top of the stairs, his voice high-pitched and hoarse, like a wild cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Get me a car! Fill it up with gas! Or I'll take her down with me!"

The police officer stood at the top of the stairs, neither retreating nor moving forward.

The lead police officer, surnamed Sun, was in his early forties and had been working in criminal investigation for over a decade, having seen far too many scenes like this.

He placed his hand on the walkie-talkie at his waist, without drawing his gun, his eyes fixed on the knife in Tiger's hand, his mind racing as he considered various options.

"Zhou Dahu, put down the knife and let's talk this out."

Captain Sun's voice was unhurried, as if he were chatting with a sullen neighbor.

"If you put down the knife now, at most it will be considered attempted kidnapping, and you won't get a sentence of more than a few years. But if you actually hurt someone, that's intentional assault, and you'll be sentenced to at least ten years. Do the math yourself, see if it's worth it."

Tiger didn't listen.

His eyes darted around, glancing at the police, then at the stairwell, then down at Lin Wanqing, who was trembling in his arms.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling down his temples and dripping onto Lin Wanqing's school uniform.

"Stop fucking giving me that crap! I'm not stupid! I know exactly how many years I'm guilty of! What difference does it make if I get one more or one less charge!"

His voice grew louder and louder, and his emotions became more and more agitated. The tip of the knife dangled near Lin Wanqing's neck, almost slicing her skin several times.

Lin Wanqing was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly and trembled all over like a leaf.

Her lips were trembling, her teeth were chattering, and her mind was blank.

She only felt the cold metallic touch on her neck, and Tiger's hot breath spraying on her ear. The hot and smelly odor made her stomach churn.

"I don't want to die..."

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, and tears welled up from her tightly closed eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

"I really don't want to die..."

Zhao Rong stood in the corner, watched by one of her underlings, and dared not move.

Her eyes were fixed on Lin Wanqing's direction, and her expression was complicated.

When Lin Wanqing was slapped by Brother Hu just now, she did feel a surge of pleasure.

The pleasure came quickly and intensely, like a dam that had been blocked for a long time finally opening, and all the grievances and resentments poured out through that opening.

She remembered the night Tiger violated her, the videos on Tiger's phone, and Lin Wanqing's boastful face every time she showed off what Zhang Yifan bought or what Peng Kaifei gave her.

You've finally met your match.

The words swirled in her mind for a long time, almost slipping out of her mouth.

But when she saw the knife on Lin Wanqing's neck, that sense of pleasure suddenly shattered.

For some reason, her eyes started to sting, her nose started to feel stuffy, and it felt like there was a wad of cotton stuck in her throat that she couldn't swallow or spit out.

She hated Lin Wanqing for so long, but when she actually saw Lin Wanqing in trouble, she found that she wasn't as happy as she had imagined.

Her fingers clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms, leaving white marks.

But she did nothing.

She didn't dare.

Zhang Yifan leaned against the wall at the top of the stairs, his hands in his pockets, his face expressionless.

He watched Tiger roar hysterically, watched Lin Wanqing tremble in his arms, and watched the police dealing with Tiger at the stairwell.

Zong Wen shrank behind him, half of his body hidden behind the wall.

"Yifan," Zong Wen lowered his voice, his lips close to Zhang Yifan's ear, "Should we retreat first? If a fight breaks out, we'll be in the way..."

Zhang Yifan didn't move.

His gaze fell on Tiger's hand holding the knife.

Tiger's hands were shaking.

The knife swung back and forth in his hand, its tip drawing irregular circles in the air, nearly slicing into Lin Wanqing's face several times.

Zhang Yifan quickly assessed the situation in his mind.

Tiger's attention was entirely focused on the police; the knife was about two fingers' width away from Lin Wanqing's neck.

If he were to approach from this angle, grab Tiger's wrist with his left hand and twist it outwards, while grabbing Lin Wanqing's shoulder with his right hand and pulling her backwards, the whole process would take no more than two seconds.

The problem was that Lin Wanqing was standing to Tiger's right, with his right arm around her.

Tiger also held the knife in his right hand, with the knife on the outside and his arm across Lin Wanqing's chest.

To disarm Tiger from this angle, one must either go around his body or cut in from the front.

If they attack head-on, Tiger will have enough time to react.

Zhang Yifan frowned.

Then he came up with another solution.

He straightened up and got off the wall.

Zongwen sensed his movement and grabbed his sleeve: "What are you doing?"

"Since we're already here..."

Zhang Yifan pulled his sleeve out of Zong Wen's hand, his voice low and his tone as indifferent as if he were saying, "I'm going to the restroom."

"What do you mean, 'Since you're already here'? You...you stop right there!"

Zong Wen couldn't stop him; Zhang Yifan had already taken a step.

Instead of walking directly towards Tiger, he took two steps to the left and moved closer to the pool table.

Several balls were scattered on the pool table, with the cue ball resting near the pocket and two overturned cues beside it.

Zhang Yifan bent down, picked up a golf club at random, and weighed it in his hand.

Tiger noticed his movement and immediately pressed the knife closer to Lin Wanqing's neck: "What are you doing?!"

"Let's play billiards."

Zhang Yifan twirled the cue stick in his hand, his posture quite standard.

"Didn't I say I'm here to play billiards? You guys go ahead with your work, I'll play a couple of rounds to warm up."

As he spoke, he actually bent down, rested the cue stick on his fingers, and aimed at a fancy ball on the table.

Tiger was stunned.

The police were also stunned.

Even Zongwen was stunned.

The entire second floor was silent for two seconds, with only the second hand of the wall clock ticking away.

Then Tiger realized what was happening.

"You fucking..."

He was halfway through his sentence when Zhang Yifan moved.

Instead of charging towards Tiger, he suddenly yanked the end of the stick backward, precisely stabbing the knee of the nearest henchman.

The little boy cried out "Ouch!" and his legs went weak. He fell forward and crashed into the billiard table next to him, scattering the balls all over the floor.

This was intentional.

It wasn't to beat up that henchman, it was to create chaos.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the scream and the billiard ball rolling around on the ground, including Tiger.

Tiger's gaze instinctively shifted in that direction for less than half a second.

It took less than half a second.

Zhang Yifan's cue has slipped out of his hand.