Hearing Bart's words, Su Ningyan's belly ached, and she felt a surge of warm fluid flowing out.
"Don't touch my child..."
Bart, showing little patience to engage in further conversation, ordered, "Someone, take her to the operating table."
Her belly was already big enough.
The Zhuo Family would be hot on their trails soon, so the child had to be taken out now; he did not want to waste a single second.
"It hurts so much..."
Su Ningyan was forcibly lifted onto the helicopter's operating table, like a fish waiting to be slaughtered.
Bart was only interested in the dragon-blood baby; he had never considered letting Su Ningyan live.
Thus, the conditions of the surgery or the survival of the mother were of no importance to him.
Tang Han was extremely anxious; she watched as Su Ningyan's trousers had already been stained red.
Su Ningyan was strapped down, and Bart, holding a sharp scalpel, walked over to her.
"No need to be nervous, cover her mouth and get ready to cut."
