As her words fell, Luoyu only felt a dark shadow flash before her eyes, and then she watched Li Qiao nimbly leap up, stepping on the man’s right knee with one leg and lifting the other leg to slam her knee hard into his chin.
The force was strong enough to make the man spit blood from his mouth, as if he had bitten his tongue.
This scene caused Luoyu’s blood to run cold.
She hadn’t even reacted when everyone had already stopped.
As for the reason they stopped—
Li Qiao was holding the folding dagger lightly against the man’s throat.
Luoyu froze, her movements stiff as she looked towards her shoulder, and indeed... the dagger was gone.
When had she taken the dagger from her shoulder?
She hadn’t felt a thing.
At this moment, the man in black was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot, and the fragile neck beneath the cold dagger forced him to remain motionless.
Li Qiao pinched the dagger and applied slight pressure, the sharp blade instantaneously piercing his skin, "Still want to fight?"
The girl was so pretty, but why was she as fierce as if she had no regard for her own life when fighting.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his breathing lightened, it was the second time he was defeated by a woman; the first was Luoyu.
"Young lady, do you know who I am?"
The man in black spoke unclearly, yet still managed to be threatening.
Li Qiao arched an eyebrow, her voice neither warm nor cold, "A living person or a dead one, you choose."
He didn’t answer, seemingly pondering the meaning behind Li Qiao’s words.
The other thugs looked to the man in black as their leader, and seeing him captured, they could only fret on the spot.
Li Qiao looked back calmly at Luoyu, "If your leg isn’t broken, go wait for me in the car."
"No nonsense!" Li Qiao sharply hissed, her glare fierce; Luoyu was injured, and if she didn’t leave, she would only be a burden.
Seeing this, Luoyu hesitated but ultimately could only gaze intently at the opponent and step back gradually.
At that moment, the man took advantage of Li Qiao’s distraction and fiercely grabbed her wrist, trying to pin her down, but suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and heard a light whisper next to his ear, "Don’t move."
He glared at Li Qiao, and his gaze stiffly fell to the gold, eye-dazzling Desert Eagle that was perfectly aimed at his heart.
The two were very close, and the man’s jacket conveniently covered the muzzle; outsiders couldn’t see what she was holding at all.
After a moment, Li Qiao slowly cocked the gun, tilting up the corner of her mouth, and leaned forward, "Tonight, let us go, or... you die."
A glaring death threat.
The man’s expression was ferocious, his facial muscles spasming uncontrollably, "Who are you to dare use a gun in the South Sea?"
Li Qiao pressed the gun to his chest with a light smile, "Maybe... someone you can’t afford to offend. Want to try it?"
Who would dare to try?
Even if they were quick, could they be quicker than a Desert Eagle?
And it was a gold Desert Eagle, of which there were fewer than a hundred in the world.
The man glared murderously at Li Qiao, boasting madly, "You’ll regret this."
"I return those words to you, unchanged!" Li Qiao said with ease, then gestured with her lips at the other thugs, "Let them go first, you stay."
The man’s breathing hitched, "What are you going to do?"
"Just do it!" Li Qiao was running out of patience; this man, being the leader of the thugs, was bound to die sooner or later from talking too much.
In the end, despite his unwillingness, the man waved for his subordinates to leave in order to save his own life.
After the three sedans slowly drove away, Li Qiao nonchalantly retracted the dagger, tilting her chin upward at the man, "Hand over the phone."
"You motherf..." Before he could finish, the man saw Li Qiao’s index finger on the trigger and shivered. Reluctantly, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and handed it over to her...