A'mu hurriedly put strength into it, wanting to shake off the man's hand, but found his wrist joint cleverly locked; even a slight movement brought pain. He swallowed, looked up, and asked with a touch of respect, "You... what do you want to say?"
"Listen to me. If you're going to fight, fight properly. Don't pull out knives."
"That woman started it!"
A'mu said viciously.
"We came over nicely to ask a question, and she just attacked! How can we let that slide without teaching her a lesson?!"
By now, the blonde man and the bald man had also noticed that A'mu's expression was not quite natural, and they decisively abandoned the encirclement, walking step by step toward Qiao Jiajin.
"You're saying that pretty lady hit you?"
Qiao Jiajin nodded.
"That's really strange. Why didn't she hit me then?"
"You... you're just asking for trouble..."
A'mu gritted his teeth.
"If you really want to fight, we're not afraid of you!"
The eyes of the bald man and the blonde man turned cold, and they took another step forward, knives raised.