The man scanned Qin Yiling from head to toe as if he were sizing up a piece of meat. In the end, his gaze landed on her dirty face and he smirked.
Qin Yiling's expression turned into an icy stare. She couldn't be bothered to waste any more time talking, so she just ruthlessly stabbed the man's foot with her knife.
"Ah!"
He had still been fantasizing happily when all of a sudden, he caught sight of a sudden movement and before he could even react, he felt a sharp pain in his right foot. It was so painful that he immediately plopped onto the ground, hugging his right leg with both hands and crying out in pain.
"My foot, my foot, it hurts!"
Qin Yiling stood up nonchalantly and kicked him, right in front of everyone who was staring in shock.
Her gaze was filled with derision as she looked down at the man on the ground, yowling in pain.
