Young Master Jiang had never seen such a brazen woman before, commanding a dozen big men so boldly.
"Grab those two for me!"
Young Master Yang also wanted to curse a few words, but the pain he was experiencing nearly made him unable to stand, let alone speak.
Young Master Chen rolled up his sleeves and cursed aloud.
"Damn it, I don't believe this!"
Less than five minutes later, a dozen big men lay scattered on the ground, sprawled out in every which way. Only Young Master Yang, who hadn't joined the fight due to a painful chest, was standing.
Intense fear rose within him. He widened his eyes, staring incredulously at Qiao Jing.
How is this woman so good at fighting?!
Startled, he stumbled backward a few steps, leaning on a chair. Desperately suppressing the pain in his chest, he stammered out his words.
"Ladies... my apologies, I was wrong, please, no more beating, spare my life."
