The one-eyed man raised his hands, chuckling lightly as he negotiated with her. "If you let him go, we won't touch you. We're only here for money, not lives. As long as you cooperate obediently and don't cause any unexpected incidents, I guarantee you won't be in any danger." Waiting for her to let go... Aurelia Shaw scoffed with a cold sneer, "If I lose my bargaining chip, what do I have to negotiate with you? I'll say it again: get out, or I'll go down with him. Either way, if I'm dead, at least someone will accompany me to the Yellow Springs, and the road won't be lonely." Someone who's died once might fear death the most, but also fear it the least! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 This woman isn't supposed to be a sheltered young lady from a rich family? Why didn't anyone tell him she was so sharp and intelligent! Was the intelligence wrong? The one-eyed man found it strange, yet these matters could be investigated later. The man in her grasp was his brother, and it wasn't worth sacrificing a brother's life for a woman. Besides... she can't escape. "Alright, I'll go out, but don't harm him. You know he's your only bargaining chip." The one-eyed man warned her. He glanced again at the fingerless man, whose breath was growing fainter. Though a bit reluctant, he still left! The door opened and closed again. Aurelia Shaw, however, said nothing about releasing the chains. The fingerless man struggled continuously, but damn it! What method had this woman used that he couldn't break free at all? His consciousness grew increasingly fuzzy. The fingerless man gradually lost the strength to struggle. Until he stopped struggling, collapsing like a dead pig. After half a minute, Aurelia Shaw released him. She tossed him aside. Her slender hands searched him for a while, drawing out the knife from his belt, wedging it into the chains. With a clinking sound, the chains were pried open. Aurelia Shaw flexed her sore, red, swollen wrists. She checked the fingerless man's pulse. She pondered for a long time without moving. She wondered: Should this man be left alive? After hesitating a moment, she decided not to act, swayed as she stood up, her head dizzy. She tore off the man's clothing, binding the bleeding area. They had treated the wound simply, likely fearing she would die from excessive blood loss. She picked up the knife on the ground. Searched the man again. Her fingertips touched something hard and unyielding—this feeling... Aurelia's heart skipped a beat. She pulled it out, and it was indeed a handgun! These people were actually carrying guns. Who were they? Aurelia Shaw dared not let her guard down again! Her fingers tightened, trembling slightly. She shut her eyes forcefully, leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and her lips curled into a cold, thin smile. She had said she would rely on no one again. But it seemed this time, She could only try to buy time and wait for Mason Nightshade to find her. The door locked; she used the chains to secure the man. Exhausted, she leaned on the sofa, the side effects of blood loss finally overwhelming her strength. Her eyelids drooped, half open, half closed. But she dared not truly fall asleep. She didn't know how much time had passed. Blood seeped through the bandage, dripping down her fingers in steady drops; she was truly reaching her limit. Her eyes blurred, and if she continued , she wouldn't last until Mason Nightshade found her; she would die from too much blood loss. Should she make a break for it? This thought tore through her mind—a ten percent chance of surviving if she dashed out, but staying here might yield even less than that? The sound of clashing chains broke the silence. Aurelia Shaw's instincts screamed danger. She jerked her head toward the sound, her pupils narrowing in threat. Swiftly, she rose from the sofa.