Yang Ruxin sneered slightly, allowing the opponent to grab the whip, and then flipped his hand.
The man exclaimed immediately, hurriedly releasing his hand, but the barbs that suddenly stood up on the whip pierced his hand, drawing blood. He couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, luckily the opponent didn't smear poison on the whip, otherwise...
Yang Ruxin didn't continue to strike, instead, she withdrew the whip and looked at Chai Qin: "How was that?"
"I'm fine." Chai Qin let out a big sigh: "Madam, they're bullying people."
Yang Ruxin looked across, several people were crowding around a man draped in a fur cloak standing there. The man whose hand was pierced earlier had already retreated beside him.
