The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 1911

The atmosphere immediately changed. Even the air seemed to be filled with tension.

The mercenaries' expressions changed as well. They tried to rush forward to subdue Gao Manlin. After all, they had to rely on Ling Yiran to keep their lives and get the money.

However, Gao Manlin would not let them get close to her. She dragged Ling Yiran to the edge of the rooftop. "I'll slash her if anyone comes near. The worst thing is her losing her life. It's not bad of a deal if I can have the mistress of the Yi family die with me. I just don't know if Shen City's Young Master Yi can give up his wife!"

Yi Jinli looked at Gao Manlin coldly, his face seemingly covered with frost. He walked toward Gao Manlin step by step. "Then you can try and see if I'm willing to give her up."

Gao Manlin was a little flustered as she watched Yi Jinli approach her. "Don't come over. I won't go easy on her if you come over!"

As Gao Manlin finished speaking, the dagger in her hand left a bloody streak across Ling Yiran's neck.

Ling Yiran let out a low cry of pain as blood trickled down her neck to the hem of her shirt.

Yi Jinli's expression only changed slightly. It was just that the hands dangling at his sides were clenched tighter and tighter, revealing his current mood. "At this point in time, you should be thinking of how to negotiate with me instead of dragging her to die with you. Gao Manlin, I can let you leave with these people, give you a car, and let you leave Shen City, but... you can’t cause any more harm to my wife.”

Yi Jinli told her his conditions, and his cold voice was like the devil's temptation.

Yi Jinli's expression turned ghastly. Gao Manlin had lost her mind. He could lure normal people with various conditions, but he could not do the same with someone insane.

Qin Lianyi shouted to Gao Manlin, "Isn't it me you want to deal with? Let Yiran go. Keep me hostage if you want to! Yiran has nothing to do with our feud!"

Gao Manlin sneered at Qin Lianyi. "If Bai Tingxin were here, I would hold you hostage, but Yi Jinli is the one here now!"

As she spoke, she dug her nails into the wound on Ling Yiran's neck. Intense pain instantly swept Ling Yiran.