The advancing footsteps of the other three men abruptly halted, their surprised expressions indicating they hadn't anticipated such a turn of events. They exchanged glances, none daring to rush forward.
"Who the hell are you?" the man who had just been on top of a woman shouted forcefully.
Jian Qing's eyes glittered with a biting cold light, a thin smile playing on her lips, "The one who's come for your lives."
"We should attack together. I don't believe the three of us cannot handle a single woman," one of the men spat, enraged and humiliated.
The other two nodded and charged at Jian together with him.
"Ha!" Jian Qing swiftly dodged their advances, snatching up a stone about the size of two fists from the ground, and casually flung it straight towards one man's forehead.
A direct hit to the head and the man's forehead instantaneously bloomed blood, his head spinning and body reeling helplessly. Seconds later, he softened and collapsed.
"Old second!"
