Liu Xin'er stood not far away with a cigarette in her mouth as she glared at Jian Xing'er.
Jian Xing'er's guess was right. This was Liu Xin'er's trap.
Beside Liu Xin'er, there was a burly man who was almost two meters tall and had a scar on his face.
Just by looking at him, one could tell that this scar-faced man was definitely not a good person.
Liu Xin'er said with a dark expression, "Jian Xing'er, you're dead meat. This is Wang Zhi, the owner of the Yong Martial Arts School. Everyone who has fought with him either died or got crippled. The people surrounding you are all disciples of the Yong Martial Arts School, and they are all experts."
As Jian Xing'er looked at the surrounding people, she smiled mockingly.
In order to deal with Jian Xing'er, Liu Xin'er spent a lot of money to invite everyone from Yong Martial Arts School.
Even the owner came along.
