"Forget the clinic." Pockface shoved Skinny aside with his shoulder. One of his wrists was limp, the other arm drenched in blood. He glared venomously at the crowd. "Who the hell dared to meddle in my business just now? Show yourself."
The onlookers knew the rules of Dayu City, so they weren't afraid of men like him. Still, no one wanted to waste their time on such a person, and the crowd began to disperse.
Pockface watched the crowd disperse, his gaze sweeping the area before finally landing on Ye Qianning, who was standing with her arms crossed.
"Was it you, you bitch?"
Ye Qianning shrugged.
"I'll kill you!" Pockface bent over to pick up the dagger, but his wrist felt like it was broken—he couldn't even hold the weapon. Gritting his teeth in fury, he snatched the dagger with his other hand and lunged at Ye Qianning.
"Miss, get out of the way!" Aunt Wang shouted frantically.
Ye Qianning stood perfectly still.
