Just as Mo Fei relaxed her grip, the man suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it into Mo Fei's abdomen.
"Guh—"
"Feifei—"
The man injured the side of Mo Fei's waist. Even if she was made of steel, she felt the pain. However, Mo Fei had always operated on the belief that if someone dared to touch her, she would make that person wish he was dead.
Therefore, when she fell back due to the pain, she snapped the man's neck before collapsing on one knee.
"Feifei, Feifei—" Mrs. Ding hurriedly crawled over and held Mo Fei's arm. She looked down at the dagger that was still stuck in Mo Fei's waist. "Feifei, Feifei—"
Enduring the pain, Mo Fei raised her head and saw more people rushing in. Her lips curled up slightly, and there was a smile on her pale face.
At that moment, after hearing Mo Fei's painful growl, Qian Yikun immediately slid down from the helicopter and gave his position to someone else.
