Just as the two were hesitating about leaving, the situation in front suddenly changed. An'an, who had been hiding in the corner with her clothes ripped to shreds, somehow managed to break loose from the ropes on her hands and suddenly pulled out a knife, stabbing it directly into the fat man's shoulder.
Blood immediately gushed out.
The other one, who was cowardly, fled in panic on the spot, leaving the fat man clutching his shoulder in shock.
"Not me, I didn't do it on purpose." The fat man was just a small-time hooligan, who usually wouldn't have the guts unless someone paid him.
In fact, An'an was terrified herself; if it wasn't for that person touching her chest, she wouldn't have had the heart to stab someone with a knife. Now, her hands were trembling so much she almost couldn't hold the knife.
Her trembling hand was just above the fat man's belly; if the knife dropped, it could stab him instantly.
