Just as he was ready to shoot, Yan Jinyi's icy cold voice sounded.
"Hey, look behind you."
The middle-aged man subconsciously turned around, but, before he could see who was coming, a fist was suddenly swung towards his face, striking him on his nose.
The middle-aged man shrieked in pain and moved away his hand that was used to restrain the little girl, to touch his nose bridge. He was on the verge of tears.
Yan Jinyi pushed the little girl behind her to shield her before bending her knee to touch the middle-aged man's abdomen.
"Ah!"
The sharp pain coming from his nose bridge and stomach made his face turn pale immediately.
Gritting his teeth and glaring at Yan Jinyi, he waved the knife in his hand indiscriminately and said, "How dare you hit me? B*tch! You're courting death! You must be tired of living!"
He glowered at Yan Jinyi with a menacing expression and stabbed her.
