The man stood upright the moment the monitor flatlined. He didn't even spare the convulsing Old Madam Huo a glance as he rushed for the door.
But before he could slip out, Yue Ning blocked his path.
Her eyes were like ice, her movements quicker than his breath.
"You're not going anywhere," she said coldly.
The impostor cursed under his breath and swung his fist at her, but Yue Ning sidestepped him effortlessly.
Her elbow connected with his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. He staggered, letting out a groan. He glared at Yue Ning, not expecting her to have such massive power in her small body.
He pulled a small blade from his pocket, slashing wildly.
'Host, be careful! It's a knife!' The system warned.
She immediately ducked, and the blade missed her by an inch, slicing the air where her shoulder had been.
Yue Ning caught his wrist mid-swing, twisted, and with a sharp crack, the knife fell to the floor with a loud noise.
