57: Chapter 57 Jian Si Watches Over the Area in Danger 57: Chapter 57 Jian Si Watches Over the Area in Danger Jian Si’s smile deepened, her gaze steady as she looked at them, her face showing not a hint of panic.
“Being able to bring a knife in here must have cost Ye Qingqing quite a bit of money, huh?”
To her surprise, Jian Si was completely composed, which infuriated the tattooed woman.
“Damn, you’re looking down on us!
Watch slash your face!”
As she spoke, the fruit knife was about to slash across Jian Si’s face.
Just as the blade was about to touch Jian Si’s cheek, the movent in her hands suddenly froze.
“How co…?” the scarred woman began, puzzled, but her words abruptly stopped.
Both of them stiffened, their spines rigid as they looked at Jian Si in shock, their faces in disbelief.
Jian Si smirked coldly, tilting up the corner of her mouth, “Did you think you were the only ones prepared?
I knew Ye Qingqing wouldn’t let off easily, so I was prepared too.
If you’ve got the guts, just move and see whether you’re faster or I am.”
The two heavyset won looked down to find fruit knives pressed against their abdons, their expressions frozen, “You, how did you manage to bring a knife in?”
Jian Si said with aningful depth, “However you brought yours in, that’s how I brought mine.”
The scarred woman tried to appear calm, “We’ve been in this ga for so long, covered in scars.
Since we took this job, we were ready to risk our lives.
Did you think we’d be scared of your little fruit knife?”
Unfazed, Jian Si responded, “You might not know this, but I studied dicine.
I know exactly which spots are lethal!
Like right now, the spot I’m pressing between the xyphoid process and above the navel—liver, spleen, kidneys, stomach, all here.
If I just push this knife in, you’ll definitely die, no chance of being saved.”
With that, she pushed the fruit knife in slightly, “If you don’t believe , shall we try?
At worst, I’ll be disfigured, but with the advancents in dicine today, I can get plastic surgery.
So, what do you say?
Will you take the bet?”
A sharp pain suddenly shot through their abdons, and the two heavyset won broke out in a cold sweat, their bodies shaking like sieves.
After a mont, the tattooed woman finally regained her voice, forcibly calming herself, “Let’s talk this out nicely.
We’re all civilized people, how can we be so violent!”
Jian Si curved her lips in a smile, though her eyes remained cold, “I, too, wished to be civilized with you all, but you didn’t want that!
Honestly, you’re just after money, I can give you more.
There’s no need to lose your lives over so cash.
Money can be earned, but once life is gone, it’s all over.”
The two heavyset won had never intended to risk their lives for money.
The phrase goes, lose the battle but not the war; their previous actions were just ant to intimidate.
Now that things had gotten serious, they naturally didn’t dare to joke around, hurriedly smiling and ingratiating themselves, “Willing, why wouldn’t we be willing?”
To show goodwill, the tattooed woman moved the fruit knife away from her face.
Jian Si also put away her fruit knife.
Seeing her withdraw the knife, the tattooed woman and the scarred woman exchanged glances, one with a fist and the other with a fruit knife, both attacking Jian Si.
A fist aid at Jian Si’s abdon.
The fruit knife aid at her face.
Moving quickly, brutally, and precisely, as if they wouldn’t rest until Jian Si was at least half dead.
Jian Si, having anticipated their betrayal, dodged the tattooed woman’s fruit knife and smoothly plunged her own fruit knife into the scarred woman’s abdon.
As it went in, she intentionally avoided any vital areas—the injury seed severe, but it wasn’t life-threatening.
Blood dripped slowly onto the floor.
The atmosphere turned eerily quiet.
Monts later, the scarred woman grunted, collapsed into the pool of blood, her body convulsively twitching.
Before long, she fainted.
The tattooed woman was terrified by this scene, unable to believe that soone could move even faster than they did, especially since they had carved their way through the underworld with their own skills.
The woman before them, seemingly fragile, was actually quicker and more ruthless in her moves.
Jian Si’s hands were stained with bright red blood.
She nonchalantly wiped the blood on her clothes, her mouth twisted in a ferocious grin.
“I always told you, you wouldn’t get anything good from !
I’ve spent a few years operating in surgery, my speed and accuracy with a scalpel are no worse than yours.
Your companion is already down, do you want to try too?”
The tattooed woman was utterly baffled, as if Jian Si was a demon, watching her in terror, holding a fruit knife and trembling, slowly backing away.
“Yes, I’m sorry!
I was just doing it for the money.”
Jian Si kept her head down, calmly wiping the fruit knife with her clothes and said airily, “Don’t worry, as long as you don’t touch , I won’t touch you!
I am an educated intellectual.”
“Thank you, thank you…” The tattooed woman thanked her weakly, pointing at her unconscious companion: “Is…
is she dead?”
Jian Si looked scornfully at the unconscious woman with the scar: “I punctured her liver; even if she were taken to the hospital now, she wouldn’t survive!”
Unexpectedly casual about life and death, the tattooed woman felt chilled, swallowing back her thoughts of screaming for the jail guards or an ambulance.
The sll of blood wildly spread in the small, enclosed space, aggravating every nerve of the scar-faced woman.
She crouched in the corner, not daring to breathe loudly.
Jian Si sat quietly opposite her, staring unwaveringly at her.
The tattooed woman felt uneasy, trapped, and looked at the cara, hoping the person on the other end would notice what was happening in the room and co to rescue her.
As if hearing her cries for help, sudden rapid footsteps ca from outside, followed by the opening of the iron door as an angry middle-aged man in police uniform stord in.
The tattooed woman rushed over to him as if seeing a savior, grabbing the policeman’s hand and blurting out in fear, “Officer, she…
she killed her…
Quick, call an ambulance, report this…”
Liu Tao disdainfully shook off her hand, “Get off, useless!
I am a police officer, what’s there to report?”
The tattooed woman, as if waking from a dream, hurriedly said, “Please save , she didn’t just kill my companion, she wants to kill too; she’s very ruthless, I don’t want to stay here, please move to another room.”
Liu Tao calmly took out his phone and made a call, soon after two policen ca and carried the scar-faced woman out on a stretcher.
The tattooed woman was also moved to another room.
In the small room, only Jian Si and Liu Tao were left.
Liu Tao, holding a police baton, slowly approached Jian Si, his face dark and nacing, like a snake hissing venom, “I didn’t see it coming, you handled them both.”
Jian Si calmly looked at him and firmly said, “You are Ye Qingqing’s inside man.”
Liu Tao didn’t speak, unabashedly eyeing Jian Si from head to toe, her beautiful delicate features and slender, well-proportioned figure, her long beautiful legs making her look like a fairy.
He subconsciously swallowed, sparks igniting inside him, a wicked fire wildly kindling within him as his gaze beca evil.
He approached Jian Si while reaching to unbuckle his belt.
Jian Si imdiately sounded the alarm in her mind, stepping back in defense.
Liu Tao casually threw the unbuckled belt to the floor, leering, “Such fine goods, I’ve never seen before, and since you can’t walk out of here intact anyway, might as well have so fun before getting down to business.”
A “click” sound echoed, and Jian Si’s heart sank.
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