Chapter 155 - Throwing A Flying Dagger And Wetting Herself From Fear  

People like Zhang Meihua were amazing in daily bickers and petty fights but if there was going to be a real brawl, she would cave in instantly as she was incapable.

Basically, she was sharp-tongued and conceited on the outside but weak and impotent on the inside.

More so when Qin Junlan mentioned Yun Jian crushing a wooden stool with one kick and pulling everyone away from a sniper’s bullets, Zhang Meihua and the rest of the family could not help shuddering from just the words.

To them, these incidents felt as mystical as flying pigs.

Nonetheless, they did not doubt the legitimacy of the words because it came from Qin Junlan.

As a result, they stared at Yun Jian in panic as if trying to see through her with their gazes.

"Since you said that I’m petty and unfilial, I’ll just make your words come true today. What about breaking your necks one by one?" Seeing that the family was so scared of her from just words, Yun Jian changed her strategy and said eerily.

She would never actually break their necks. Even if she wanted to, Qin Yirou would never allow her.

They were her family after all. Disregarding the reality and how repulsive these people were, blood was still thicker than water.

As expected, Qin Yirou who had been quietly wiping her tears shouted after Yun Jian spoke, "Xiao Jian, no!"

Homicide was against the law and these were people who were related to her by blood. No matter how bad things were, Qin Yirou did not wish to witness such an extreme scene.

She no longer cared about why Yun Jian had suddenly turned so fierce in character. After so many days, she had gradually gotten used to the current nature of Yun Jian.

If her daughter had said it, she would definitely do so!

That was why she stopped her at once.

Listening to Qin Yirou, Yun Jian was unaffected. She turned to glance at her mother and suddenly told her with a squint, "Mom, stay out of this."

She glared back at Zhang Meihua and everyone else. Out of the blue, a small knife appeared in her hand. With a chilling smirk, she approached them holding the blade.

"I’m thinking... if I stab you guys to death with this knife, you shouldn’t feel any pain before you die, right?" As Yun Jian spoke, she rubbed her finger against the tip of the sharp blade, her tone was incredibly nonchalant when she uttered the disturbing words.

Faced with Zhang Meihua and family, Qin Yirou would probably be saddened if Yun Jian were to beat them up. If she had censured them, it would be useless because they were obviously shameless people.

In spite of it, Yun Jian had countless tactics for similar matters. She could force a brainwashed killer to speak given any type of situation – what was more, these were only Zhang Meihua and her children.

She planned to make an impression.

"You – you, you, you – what do you want..." Qin Junlan stepped back involuntarily from her fear, her tone was laced with a sob.

It was apparent that Yun Jian’s past actions had terrorized her.

There was no doubt that Zhang Meihua was Qin Junlan’s mother. Not only were their speaking tones and words similar, but equally as cowardly.

Zhang Meihua had long been panicking due to Yun Jian’s unsettling and intimidating action as she subconsciously pulled back.

Many of them retreated until they reached the corner and could no longer step back.

"It’s good you’re standing there. Let’s see if my knife can pierce right through your heads like a flying dagger," Yun Jian said recklessly with a grin, suddenly holding the knife in her palm.

"You – what are you doing – this is against the law, you... Ah!"

The family screamed in unison as with their words, the knife in Yun Jian’s hand had flown in their direction.

Qin Yirou could not even stop her in time. She had only shouted "no" when Yun Jian threw her knife.

After the shriek, the lot by the wall opened their eyes in terror. Zhang Meihua looked up slightly and saw the knife penetrate the wall securely right above her head.

She was petrified while the others breathed in relief.

Suddenly, there was a gush of warmth flowing in Zhang Meihua’s glaring patterned pants.

As everyone searched around for the gamey odor, they saw a yellowish liquid leaking from under Zhang Meihua.

Their eyes widened in shock. Zhang Meihua had wetted herself from the fright!