Holding the butterfly knife, Yun Jian slowly made her way to Saibeier who was laying on the ground and on the brink of death as well as Tulige who had lost all his conceitedness.
With her fair hand gripping the butterfly knife, her long silhouette was shown.
At least, from Hua Meiling and her friends' eyes, her tall and powerful posture was clearly reflected.
This Yun Jian was not the least bit like she had been. This Yun Jian right now looked like a devil from hell!
"Is she—is she really going to kill them?" Hua Meiling's perturbed voice rang weakly with a deep sense of trepidation laced in it.
Hua Meiling was not the only one reacting this way. Zhang Ziyuan, as well as Fan Weiwei who had been hostile to Yun Jian, were speechless in terror.
"Old thing, anything to say before your death?" Yun Jian spun the butterfly knife around her fingers lithely as she asked Tulige.
