The man was momentarily stunned by the block.
Who could be so fast?
But Ye Ning was.
Her judgment and speed were the peak of the industry.
Her cunning eyes sparkled, she smiled a sly smile.
Then, the medallion reflected the light intensely.
His eyes squinted involuntarily.
Ye Ning's foot kicked directly at his groin.
"Ah..."
The painful cry echoed in the narrow room.
He fell to the ground.
However, a knife instantly fell upon his neck.
In an instant, blood began to stain his neck.
Not deep enough, but he could feel the blade angled at his trachea; half an inch deeper and it could pierce right through.
He would surely die.
Ye Ning smiled as she looked at him.
A few people, including John, were already frozen there.
Looking at this ordinary-looking woman.
"You..."
The eyes fixed on the medallion, Ye Ning watched them and said with a smile, "I think you wouldn't want this thing branded on you."
