8 A Lesson

"You… Don't bluff. I'm not afraid." Wang Jun quietly took a step back. Although he didn't believe Su Jinyue's words, it was definitely uncomfortable to be stabbed by a needle.

"Then, let's give it a go." Su Jinyue's body moved. A flash of silver streaked in her hand and the silver needle pierced Wang Jun's waist at lightning speed.

In her past life, Yihan had taught her a set of self-defense techniques, which was more than enough to deal with people like Wang Jun, who lacked the strength to even truss a chicken

"Hahahaha…" Wang Jun laughed hysterically. Now, he knew that Su Jinyue was not kidding with him.

Wang Jun laughed till his stomach hurt, but he just couldn't stop. "I was wrong… Hahaha… Let me off… Hahaha…" At this moment, he really regretted it. As long as Su Jinyue let him off, he would leave immediately. Although Su Jinyue was beautiful, he couldn't handle her.