"I'll make sure you won't dare to insult me again!"
Just as He Zhuying spoke, Jin Qiao'er stuck a silver needle into her neck.
Jin Qiao'er was skilled in martial arts, and her hand skills were even better. With a casual throw, she could embed the silver needle into someone else's body.
Liu Chen was speechless; it took a lot of effort to get Jin Qiao'er to detoxify her, and now the situation was getting worse.
This time, Jin Qiao'er didn't use the knockout silver needle on He Zhuying but rather a poison needle that kept one conscious but unable to move.
He Zhuying sat paralyzed on the ground; her legs couldn't move, but her mind was still clear.
"Jin Qiao'er, don't be like that to her, it's too cruel," Liu Chen advised.
Jin Qiao'er was indifferent and said, "She just insulted both of us. You're just too kind-hearted."
This was the first time someone had said that Liu Chen was a kind person.
