Qingya frowned in disgust; this man had even wet his pants, truly no man at all!
Muniang watched Qiao Dalang, who lay motionless on the ground, with a cold gaze, "Just because I didn't cut today doesn't mean I won't in the future. If I hear even the slightest rumor or gossip out there, my knife won't miss like it did today!"
Qiao Dalang shuddered and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, I definitely wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare."
All he wanted now was to hurry out; he was filled with regret for why he had come here today.
Muniang curled her lips into a slight smirk, "I, Qiao Muniang, am not someone you can mess with. Don't think those petty rumors you hold can actually harm me. Even if there were anything, it wouldn't cost me a hair; but as for you, I won't care about anything else. If I hear the slightest noise, I'll count it on your head, and then, it won't be as simple as chopping off a hand."
