However, the excruciating pain of the man's severed hand did not deter the greed of the other men.
Suddenly, another man shouted loudly, "Brothers, draw your guns, whoever kills this woman will double their money… Ugh…"
Before the man could finish his sentence, a long knife fiercely struck his head, splitting it open and causing blood to pour out, while Wen Jiaren still held two knives in her hands.
Observing the long knives in Wen Jiaren's hands, the men who wanted to draw their guns halted their movements and did not dare to make a move.
They were all extremely shocked, her speed was simply too fast, they couldn't even see her moves clearly, they knew if they acted, they would end up like the previous two men.
Wen Jiaren looked at them and coldly curved the corner of her mouth, "Changing guns, huh? Why aren't you moving?"
As she spoke, she elegantly swung the long knife in her hand, the cold light flickering dazzlingly.
