A life hanging by a thread

"Leave? Now that you're in our hands, where do you think you can go?"

The man opposite them said in a low voice, "You'd better behave!"

He stepped forward and reached for Xiao Cui.

He thought nothing of this seemingly frail young woman.

What angered them was the stubborn young lady. If they had not noticed extra footprints on the road when they returned, they would never have known that someone had already witnessed everything they had done.

Still less had they expected that the person who had followed them all the way here was a sheltered young lady who looked too delicate to withstand a breeze.

Xiao Cui gritted her teeth, tightened her grip on her dagger, and thrust upward with a reverse stab.

A scream rang out.

With that single move, Xiao Cui had sliced off two of the man's fingers.

"What a vicious bitch!"

Clutching his hand as blood streamed from it, the man hurled curses at Xiao Cui.

Her answer was still that razor-sharp dagger.

"Miss, run! I'll hold them off!"

Xiao Cui shouted again, and Murong Qian found an opening and bolted.

She knew full well that unless she escaped now, she and Xiao Cui stood no chance against these men.

If she could run for help, perhaps there would still be a thread of hope.

The men understood what she was trying to do as well.

One of them immediately strode forward and blocked Murong Qian's path.

"My apologies, young lady."

Although Murong Qian had a cheerful, outgoing disposition, she was still a woman, after all.

Only when the man rushed up to her did she realize that she would probably be unable to fend him off.

Now Murong Qian began to regret not bringing more people along in her attempt to conceal her