Jiang Ning didn't have time to think too much, she raised the broom in her hand high and charged directly at the man in the black clothes.
Although the man in white seemed to be alive, the blood flowing from his wounds was too much, and there was no time to delay. The more violently he struggled, the faster his blood was lost.
Jiang Ning knew that only a quick battle could lead to a swift victory.
The broom, held high, came crashing down hard on the man in black. He cried out in pain, his movements to harm others slightly hesitated. He turned his head displeased, his sinister gaze falling on Jiang Ning as he said nastily, "Scram! Or I'll stab you too!"
He thought this would scare Jiang Ning away; after all, she looked delicate and petite, like a college student who had yet to step into society. But just after he finished speaking, Jiang Ning moved her hands, swinging the bamboo broom and fiercely struck across his face.
