An Zhiyu glanced at Qian Sisi lying on the ground, clutching her stomach with a pale face and sweating profusely from her forehead, then looked fiercely at Ning Xue and gritted her teeth, "Fine! I agree to your demands!"
Ning Xue suddenly broke into a relieved smile, "That's great! Now no one can disturb us anymore!"
Having said that, with the speed of lightning, she suddenly lunged at Qian Sisi with a stab.
Just a second before, everyone had thought she had been calmed down by An Zhiyu, but in the next moment, she developed a do-or-die determination, and even An Zhiyu, who was closest to Ning Xue, couldn't react in time to stop her. Ning Xue had already raised the weapon high, accompanied by a hideous laugh, it was thrust toward Qian Sisi.
With a muffled grunt, Ning Xue's weapon didn't pierce Qian Sisi's heart but struck the arm of the gang leader, who was shielding Qian Sisi. The leader groaned in pain and collapsed to the ground.
