Wen Zhiyao liked to keep a fruit knife in her bag, for use in potentially threatening situations.
The driver, now alone and without Xu Chengbin's support, was effectively harmless.
"Remember not to mess with women," Wen Zhiyao warned, slashing his skin with her knife, blood spilling freely.
Touching his neck, the driver was shocked to find his hands bloody...
"Am I going to die?" he trembled in fear, covering his wound.
Wen Zhiyao looked at his panicked face, her eyes revealing a streak of contempt.
She had thought he would be tougher. "Heh... we'll see," she scoffed, the knife still placed at his neck, ready for another slash.
The driver shuddered in fear, pleading for his life.
"Can you spare me? I specifically didn't mean to target you guys. I'm only here for the money. If you let me go, I will do whatever you say and I will not resist."
Wen Zhiyao pointed towards the window, indicating he should leave the car. "If you get out now, I might spare your life."
