Gu Jin said coldly, "Why not let have a good fight today? How much money do you want, I’ll give it to you?"
She loathed An Mingji being treated like a transaction.
Touching her little An was not sothing that could be solved with money.
"Spare ..." Han Yibin had no power to resist and could only beg for rcy.
Although he had cultivation, it was only at the Qi Refining Third Level, completely no match for Gu Jin.
The opponent could kill one of his subordinates without blinking; the next one might be him.
He was truly terrified!
Gu Jin turned a deaf ear to his plea.
She looked up, her gaze gently fixated on An Mingji.
"Little An, how should we handle them to satisfy you?"
An Mingji’s face was calm, but inside, he was deeply moved.
This wasn’t the first ti Ah Jin had acted for him, but it was the most shocking one.
Because the man under her feet wasn’t ordinary.
This person was not a commoner, but a future heir of the Royal Family.
An Mingji did not speak; beside him, Wanqi Jingyi stepped forward, "Master, he’s the future heir of the Royal Family. If he disappears without a reason, it will certainly cause a great uproar, affecting all forces in Beijing. They’d dig even three feet deep to find the culprit. Master should think carefully."
Hearing this, Gu Jin revealed a disdainful smile on her sweet and beautiful face.
"Even if I really kill him today, I have an escape route for leaving unscathed. Whether he lives or dies depends entirely on little An’s word!"
She tilted her head and looked gently at An Mingji, waiting for his answer.
Such reckless behavior, this level of protection, left the surrounding people stunned.
This was too shaless!
The only person happy there was An Mingji.
He liked Gu Jin’s boundless pampering, liked how she stood up for him.
However, he didn’t want to cause trouble for her.
Though his abilities weren’t enough now, one day he would reach a height where Ah Jin could act without any restraint, do whatever she wanted.
An Mingji walked to Gu Jin’s side, took her hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Ah Jin, the one who touched my man earlier is already dead."
He pointed to the man lying on the ground, his throat cut by wind blades, no longer breathing.
Gu Jin also saw the corpse, her lips gently pursing.
It felt like it was too easy to solve the matter this way!
An Mingji shook Gu Jin’s hand and said, "There’s no need to stain your hands with their blood."
Gu Jin’s actions had been too swift; everyone present, including him, had not reacted.
No one could have expected such rage from Gu Jin, that she’d vent her anger with violence.
Gu Jin naturally listened to An Mingji; she moved her foot off Han Yibin’s back.
Seeing this, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
Wanqi Yihai subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling that tonight’s al was overwhelmingly tense.
The heir of the Royal Family had nearly died before his eyes—what a thrill!
Though Gu Jin didn’t intend to strike again, she was displeased with Han Yibin’s previous arrogance.
If it were other matters, she could let it go.
But these people laid hands on her little An, even spoke insults—unforgivable.
She saw the gratitude in Han Yibin and the man nad Tiger’s eyes for escaping disaster, and Gu Jin’s gaze darkened.
She said, "Escape from death, but the penalty is inevitable!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand, and spiritual power gathered, forming two wind blades flying towards them.
"Ah!"
"Hiss—"
Han Yibin and the man nad Tiger were both disfigured.
Their faces were cut open by the wind blades.
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