Ji Fuying smiled calmly, "Yes, it's nothing."

Xiao Le is right, she's practically carrying bad luck with her.

Even a simple meal can cause trouble; is this what they call a femme fatale?

"Little girl, come with us obediently, so we won't hurt you."

The second lackey bent down and said to her with feigned pity.

"Well, if you behave yourself, I can plead with Miss Xiao to let you go. Otherwise, her methods can make you wish you were dead."

"Henchman Number Three continued."

Xiao Meng is jealous; it would be a pity if she couldn't keep this stunningly beautiful face.

"What a coincidence, my greatest interest is also making people unable to die."

The moment Ji Fuying stood up, her aura completely changed.

Those beautiful eyes suddenly turned cold, filled with endless murderous intent.

Xiao Meng's ruthlessness is superficial, but Ji Fuying's ruthlessness runs deep.

A comparison of their imposing presence makes it immediately clear which is superior.

"Why waste words with her? Just attack. As long as she doesn't die, you can do whatever you want with her." Xiao Meng crossed her arms, her face full of impatience.

"Hey, being too stubborn won't do you any good. You're really naughty."

The second lackey spread his arms wide, eager to try, seemingly considering where to encircle her.

The third lackey stepped forward impatiently, "Are you sure you can do it? If not, I'll do it."

Ji Fuying picked up a steak knife from the table.

The knife spun nimbly in her hand, emitting a blinding, cold light.

Instead of showing any fear, her face held a hint of anticipation.

Henchman Number Two glanced at Henchman Number Three, feeling somewhat intimidated.

Her aura was so strong that it instilled a sense of fear in him.

“Useless thing, I’ll handle this.” Henchman Number Three took off his clothes, preparing to use them to defend himself against the knife in her hand.

A cold smile appeared on Ji Fuying's lips. "I won't show any mercy."

The moment the man lunged at her, Ji Fuying quickly turned around and circled behind him.

A cold knife was pressed against his neck.

A cold voice slowly rang out, "Those who make mistakes should be punished."

The knife was raised and then plunged down hard, half of the blade disappearing into his groin.

She controlled her strength perfectly; the position and depth were frightening but not fatal.

"How dare you?" A trembling hand pointed at Ji Fuying.

Xiao Meng never dreamed that she would actually do what she said; her ruthlessness truly surpassed that of herself.

A bloodstained knife flew out, grazing Xiao Meng's ear and embedding itself in the oil painting behind her.

"Don't mess with me, or you'll be the next one to get stabbed."

For the first time, Xiao Meng realized how close death was to her; that woman really dared to kill her.

"Let's go, let's go."

The group arrived in a grand procession but left hesitant and timid.

"Sister Yun, I called security, why didn't they come?"

When they targeted Ji Fuying, she called security, but half an hour passed and the security guards still hadn't arrived.

"Xiao Qing, I am your master. How dare you speak to me like that?"

That's right, she said it was nothing and told the security guard to go back the way they came. She just wanted to teach this arrogant woman a lesson.

Miss Xiao was afraid that she would make a move and left first, but she was not afraid. In broad daylight, would she dare to kill someone?

"And you, you won't escape the law just like I have, even if you hurt someone."

Seeing that Xiao Qing remained silent, they turned their attention to Ji Fuying.

You won't see whether I get sanctioned, but I will see whether you get sanctioned.

Ji Fuying had just sent a message when Sister Yun received a phone call.

"What? You're firing me? Why are you firing me without any reason?"

A shrill voice rang out, and she was filled with surprise. A single sentence had cost her the job she was so proud of.

After hanging up the phone, tears welled in her eyes as she stared at Ji Fuying in disbelief. "Who exactly are you?"

"Who I am is none of your business, please." Ji Fuying sat back down indifferently.

Take out a damp towel and gently wipe the blood off your hands.

"Miss, are you injured?" Dong Chengping rushed over, afraid that his young lady had suffered some injustice.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived, I saw that her hands were stained with blood.

He is the general manager of the Ji's Hotel, managing all the hotel's affairs, big and small.

If something were to happen to the young lady at the hotel, he wouldn't be able to explain it to the Ji family.

"Uncle Dong, this isn't my blood," Ji Fuying said softly, noticing his urgency.

"Let me see."

Dong Chengping took the towel and wiped her hands clean, only relaxing after confirming that she wasn't hurt.

Sister Yun stared blankly at the scene. Even the hotel's top manager treated her with such respect, calling her "Miss".

So it turns out... she was blind to talent.

After everything was dealt with, the private room returned to calm.

Ji Fuying then remembered the two people she had overlooked; their expressions were incredibly interesting.

There was horror, shock, and also admiration and respect.

Do you need me to give you some nitroglycerin?

The light, airy tone awakened the two people from their wandering thoughts.

“Fuying, you can’t hang out with people with heart disease anymore, that’s murder.”

Li Xiaole rubbed his weak calves and said seriously.

“Fuying, you seem to have the same surname, Ji, right?” Li Muning belatedly realized this.