"Go." The man waved coarsely, and a familiar sense of thuggish dominance emanated from him immediately.
The men in black who followed him were evidently accustomed to such situations and rushed towards Jian Qing without hesitation.
"Ah––"
The onlookers panicked and quickly scattered to the side, fearing they'd be caught in the crossfire. The music had somehow stopped, and only the sounds of fearful clamor filled the air.
"Xiya, wait here for a bit." Jian Qing assisted Xiya to a nearby chair and instructed her quietly.
Xiya, too drunk to open her eyes, nodded vaguely at hearing Jianqing's voice.
Jian Qing smirked and turned her head to look at the men rushing towards her. Her smile carried a hint of bloodthirstiness.
The scar-faced man who was the first to reach Jian Qing tried to grab her shoulder directly, hoping to pin her down.
"Hah!" Jian Qing didn't budge. She lifted her fair hand to grab the man's wrist, moving so swiftly that it left everyone in the crowd dumbfounded.
