Mei Shu's attitude grew increasingly disdainful, using this emotion only to conceal her anger.
"You don't even dare to kill them, yet you're talking tough in front of me? Zhang Jiao, you're just a useless coward. If you have the guts, stab me to death right now!"
"Do you think I don't dare?" Zhang Jiao growled, but his eyes quickly glanced toward the room.
Mei Shu sneered, "Of course, you don't dare. If you kill me, you'll lose the fortune within your grasp! Before you get the money, you can't do anything!"
Zhang Jiao, completely provoked, fiercely gripped her neck, pressing her against the wall. "Don't push me! Don't push me!"
"What's going on?" Chen Jian, who was sleeping in the room, heard the commotion and immediately put on clothes to come out.
Mei Shu seized the opportunity, kicking Zhang Jiao in the stomach. As he winced in pain, she swiftly took the knife from his hand, circled behind him, and placed the blade against his neck.
