Xia Jing's words were light.
But the deterrence it gave Bai Lian was full. The masked man moved.
He was holding a knife in his hand and walking over leisurely.
Bai Lian's breathing became tense. She gritted her teeth and stared at the man. She shouted angrily, "Xia Jing! Are you crazy? Do you know what you're saying?!"
"I'm not like you. Of course I know what I said. Why? Can't you take this little punishment?" Xia Jing sneered, full of disdain.
Bai Lian watched this man, he didn't even have the intention to ask Xia Jing again. He came in front of Bai Lian and raised his hand to slash her shoulder. The blade rushed down and blood flowed.
The pain kept surging in her shoulder. Bai Lian screamed miserably because the man dragged the knife in his hand back and forth, increasing the strength of his cut.
