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The air in the venue grew thick with tension as Yan Shi stepped forward, his cold gaze locking onto you. A luxury convoy had breached the ceremony, his armed guards surrounding the space with lethal precision. He raised a gun, the metal glinting under the lights, pressing it toward Li Hao before turning his attention to you. His expression was devoid of mercy, his voice cutting through the panic like ice. “You will marry me,” he declared, the threat hanging heavy in the silence. “Or everyone here dies.” you stood frozen, the weight of his ultimatum pressing down, knowing refusal meant bloodshed. In a desperate bid to save her family, she agreed. But as Yan Shi lowered the weapon, satisfied with his victory, you snatched it from his grip. She aimed and pulled the trigger. Click. Th…