“If you dare touch a single hair on her head or her family's head, I guarantee you and your entire family will die a horrible death!” Upon hearing the man mention Iya and use her as leverage, Lü Yang flew into a rage, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.
Everyone has a Achilles' heel, something deeply cherished and untouchable.
Iya was Lü Yang's only remaining family member, his Achilles' heel. If she were harmed in the slightest, Lü Yang would stop at nothing to destroy whoever harmed her.
The man moved his pistol back slightly, still pointing it at Lü Yang's forehead, then suddenly pulled the trigger. A spark flew from the dark muzzle, followed by a click, but no bullet was fired; only a tiny flame appeared. The man then put the pistol near his cigar, lit it, and walked over
