"Xiaojing, I'll take it from here."
Jian Qing held Quan Jingwu's hand, a trace of bloodlust curling up the corner of her mouth.
Those who dare to threaten her, naturally, must pay the price, because after all, she has to settle scores as they're amassed.
"Be careful." Quan Jingwu's cold voice was tinged with a touch of warmth.
Jian Qing nodded, a fierce glint flashing through her delicate eyebrows and eyes.
Iverson, supporting himself from the ground with both hands, was about to get up, when he was promptly stepped back down.
He raised his head and saw it was Jian Qing.
His gaze was filled with malice as he grabbed her ankle abruptly, intending to twist it and break her foot.
He was fast, but Jian Qing was faster.
With her other foot, she fiercely kicked towards his chin. Utilizing the moment of his pain, she grabbed him and flung him towards the wall.
