"Jian Qing, go to hell."
She screamed madly, raising the fruit knife and thrusting it directly at Jian Qing's heart.
By now, she had nothing to hide.
When she had called the Blood Oath Alliance earlier, no one had answered. At that moment, she realized that things were out of her control.
Especially upon seeing Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu appear together, she knew she couldn't escape this catastrophe.
Even if she were to die, she would drag this scumbag Jian Qing down with her.
"Miss Qing!" Old Mr. An's face turned pale, his body swaying, barely able to stand.
Qiu Bo rushed over to support him, saving him from a fall.
Quan Jingwu's purple eyes suddenly darkened, his menacing aura making it hard for those around him to breathe. He reached out to grab An Man's wrist and twisted hard.
"Ah--"
An Man's face contorted in agony as a mournful scream escaped from her mouth.
"Clang--"
The knife slipped from her hand, hit the ground, and made a crisp noise.
