And on the other side.

"The dead don't need to know that."

At the moment when the dagger landed, Ye Ning once again rushed closer, pinching the scalpel as thin as a cicada's wings and tearing the upper half of Ji Youfan's right leg hard.

"Quadriceps."

The pain was so sharp that he fell to his knees in an instant, and gurgling blood snaked down the wound.

He didn't even have time to dodge, and the ensuing edges pressed him hardly to fight back.

In a panic, he could only raise his arms to try to stop Ye Ning's movements.

But he couldn't even touch the corner of her clothes.

"Traezius."

"Biceps."

"Latissimus dorsi."

"Iliopsoas."

Click.

After speaking, in a few breaths, Ye Ning accurately cut every muscle she was reading, and even removed the shoulder joints on both sides of Ji Youfan.

Before the three or four thugs who rushed over approached, she put a knife against Ji Youfan's neck, laughed softly in his ear, and the hot air swept across his neck.

The laughter is bright, like a charm.

"You're going to ...... It's dead. ”

The footsteps of the few thugs who rushed to the front with sticks suddenly slowed down, as if they didn't expect Ji Youfan to be defeated so quickly.

Even, the defeat was so miserable.

"Do you think you can escape in this way, we will only ravage you even worse, and make your life worse than death."

A sturdy man's gaze wandered away from Ye Ning's body, revealing an obscene smile.

Ye Ning's expression did not move, the knife in his hand tightened violently, and the sharp blade suddenly pierced Ji Youfan's skin, and a few blood beads appeared.

"Take it one step further and try it."

The cold in his throat pressed Ji Youfan almost to stop breathing, at this time, his shoulder joint was dislocated, the muscles of his whole body were torn, coupled with severe pain and blood loss, he was like a bloody man.

With such a severe injury, he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

This sense of shame of powerlessness is worse than killing him.

The man who looked like a gangster leader slowly walked out of the crowd, as if sensing the unfavorable situation, and laughed twice, but the scar on his face looked even more hideous.

"Little sister, don't be impulsive first, as long as you let Fan Ye go, everything will be easy to say."

"Oh?"

Ye Ning raised her eyebrows and looked at the man, her eyes were still pressed with rich blood, and her bright red lips hooked up, licking the fresh blood stains at the corners of her mouth.

It's like a trapped beast that chooses people and devours them.

"You can call the shots?"

The man's face was a little ugly, he glanced at Ji Youfan's injury, his eyes became solemn, he was really afraid that this woman would go crazy and die with Ji Youfan.

The boss can't explain it.

"Of course I can call the shots, as long as you let Fan Ye ......"

But before he could finish speaking, the surrounding thugs suddenly became noisy and noisy, and their eyes seemed to be about to breathe fire to vent their dissatisfaction.

"We're a big bunch of people, I'm afraid that a girl will do something and you can pinch her to death with just one hand."

"That's it, don't be cowardly, boss."

"I don't believe she really dares to kill."

"Killing pays for life, it's not our hand anyway."

"Maybe you'll beg us to let her go in a moment."