"I knew the young madam wouldn't cooperate, so I specifically brought these people. Take her away!" Weiman raised his hand, signaling his men to grab Xia Zhisu.
"Who dares lay a hand on our young madam?!" The bodyguard, Jing Rui, stepped forward, shielding Xia Zhisu.
He was covered in injuries, barely able to stand, yet his posture remained upright and unwavering.
Weiman sneered dismissively, "Take him too."
As the black-clad men approached, Xia Zhisu shoved Jing Rui aside, saying, "Hey, you stand over there first!"
Her tone was completely disdainful!
These few goons were still manageable for her!
If their goal was to take her away, they likely wouldn't kill her—
yet.
One of the black-clad men thought Xia Zhisu was surrendering and reached out to grab her shoulder.
Xia Zhisu caught his arm and promptly flipped him over her shoulder with ease.