The man in black waved his hand, and six or seven burly men rushed over, giving no chance to catch one's breath.
The gleaming edge of a knife whizzed past Ran Yan's temple, making it clear they were intent on killing her. She immediately dodged the blades and shouted, "Zhuang Yin has been poisoned by me; if you dare to kill me, you'll just be sending him to the grave with me!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, Ran Yan could feel the man in black's attack slowing down, the leader standing still on the side for a long while.
Ran Yan naturally wouldn't just stand there waiting to be captured. She had already noticed that the gaps between the railings in the river were not small—a burly man might not fit, but she could slip through them.
Right at that moment, a piercing whistle sounded through the night sky, varying in pitch, as if it was some kind of signal.
