C17 (1/2)

There was no lack of sturdy practitioners in the room.

Jian Fan retreated step by step. She was still injured, so she couldn't stay here any longer. Furthermore, this was Ling Chen's winery, so it wouldn't do her any good to break it. Right now, she only wanted Ling Chen to come out quickly, or perhaps, she wanted to escape.

”What do you want? I am Young Master Chen's woman. ” Jane Fan tried to frighten them with her name, but it obviously didn't work.

The men began to gather around in a circle. As for Chen Da, whose face was the ugliest and the one with the most anger, his upper body was drenched in sweat.

The fat on Chen Da's face raised up as he laughed mockingly: ”Young Master Chen? ”Even if I ride here, you still have to give me face.”

Jian Fan felt his heart tremble. It seemed like he had to use force today. Without leaving a trace, he pulled his horse behind him and entered a state of preparation.

With a wave of Chen Dazhuang's arm, seven to eight men rushed forward.

Jian Fan's left arm swept out and his elbow accurately landed on the man's neck, causing him to stagger backwards in pain.

On the right side, three men rushed forward. Jian Fan had completely wiped them out and kicked them all to the ground. They were unable to get up even after a long time.

Chen Da angrily raised a bottle of wine and smashed it towards him. With a backhand movement of his hand, Jian Fan easily took the bottle of wine and unceremoniously smashed it onto the lard on his head. Instantly, wine and blood sprayed out, splashing all over her fox fur cape.

Chen Da screamed like a pig being slaughtered and fell to the ground.

Just as Jane Fan confidently prepared to finish off the last two men, a shining fruit knife was placed on her slender neck.

The one holding the knife against her was none other than the younger sister who had been kneeling on the floor, mixing wine.

”Don't move, otherwise your neck will blossom.” The young girl's voice was loud and clear, as if she had received professional training.

Jane Fan reluctantly threw away the bottle in his hand.

Chen Da's face was twisted as he climbed up from the ground. Bright red blood flowed down from his oily face, continuously flowing down.