Vilã em Transmigração Rápida: Enlouqueci Matando em Inúmeros Mundos

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“Lift her up. Let her father hear this clearly—this is the price of not cooperating!”

As soon as Xiandu arrived, she heard this sentence. Then a suffocating sensation overwhelmed her as the kidnapper grabbed her collar and hoisted her up.

“Smack—” A slap, accompanied by a gust of wind, landed sharply.

“Ugh…”

Xiandu couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Her face felt as if it were being burned by fire, as if swarmed by scattering ants; the pain spread rapidly.

Damn it!

Rage surged within Xiandu. If her soul had fully merged with this body, she would have chopped off that man’s hand right then!

“Mr. Jiang, did you hear that? A word of advice: hand over the N-39 quickly, or the corpse you’ll get will be your daughter’s!”

An impatient voice came through the phone, the words icy cold: “Kill her.”

Xiandu felt as if her body had plunged into an icy cellar, a chill running through her.

Although the original owner had long seen through this cold-blooded father, when threatened by the kidnappers, a faint secret hope still flickered in her heart.

So when she heard that response, her body involuntarily sank into sorrow.

More than twenty years of father and daughter—even without blood ties—it wouldn’t be so heartless, so indifferent to save or condemn to death.

But Mr. Jiang was exactly such a cold-blooded beast.

The kidnapper leader was stunned by the reply and raised his voice: “What?!”

After a moment of silence, considering a possibility, he calmed down and sneered,