Jian Si's smile deepened, her gaze steady as she looked at them, her face showing not a hint of panic. "Being able to bring a knife in here must have cost Ye Qingqing quite a bit of money, huh?"
To her surprise, Jian Si was completely composed, which infuriated the tattooed woman.
"Damn, you're looking down on us! Watch me slash your face!"
As she spoke, the fruit knife was about to slash across Jian Si's face.
Just as the blade was about to touch Jian Si's cheek, the movement in her hands suddenly froze.
"How come…?" the scarred woman began, puzzled, but her words abruptly stopped.
Both of them stiffened, their spines rigid as they looked at Jian Si in shock, their faces in disbelief.
Jian Si smirked coldly, tilting up the corner of her mouth, "Did you think you were the only ones prepared? I knew Ye Qingqing wouldn't let me off easily, so I was prepared too. If you've got the guts, just move and see whether you're faster or I am."