If anyone else had been there today, they'd probably be scared half to death, but Rong Yan remained extraordinarily calm, even though the knife tip was nearly touching her face, her eyes didn't even blink.
She quickly twisted the wrist of the man in black, breaking it.
The small knife in the man's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and he let out a shout of pain due to the agony.
The other two men outside heard this and knew something had gone wrong, so they hastily ran over.
But before they could enter the house, Rong Yan threw a chair she had grabbed at random toward the two of them.
"…ah…" One of them was unfortunate, the chair hit him squarely.
While the other dodged to the side, just missing it.
Before he could steady himself to check the situation, he saw another chair coming toward him... damn, it was fierce, as he didn't dodge it and it hit his face.
"Ow…" a shrill scream pierced through the night.
