Whoosh.
Without her coat, Zhan Mingyan's slender arms were exposed to the air, her skin as white as snow, intensifying the lust in the eyes of Mond and his men.
The man with a scar threw down his coat, his eyes gleaming like a wolf's as he assessed Zhan Mingyan, "Mond, this bitch is so feisty, I can't wait to see her pinned beneath us."
Hearing their disgusting words, Zhan Mingyan was furious, regretting that she hadn't trained harder in the troops. Then she wouldn't be so powerless now.
"What are we waiting for?" Mond gestured with his dagger, stabbing towards Zhan Mingyan.
Zhan Mingyan's eyes narrowed, she bent over, picked up the half bottle of wine on the ground and without any time for thought, reflexively stabbed it towards the man's abdomen.
A "puch" sound reverberated, the noise of the bottle piercing flesh faintly audible.
Mond's raised dagger froze in the air, he looked down at the bloodied hand grasping the bottle, his eyes seeing red.
