The knife flew out and struck Qian Haisheng's knife-wielding hand with unerring accuracy.
As the knife buried into the back of Qian Haisheng's hand, he erupted with a piercing scream of agony.
"Ahhhh—"
Although Captain Zhao reacted in the shortest time to such a sudden turn of events, he was still a step slower than the Scorpion Squad, which had coordinated with Qiao Jing before.
After Qiao Jing made her move, they immediately rushed forward, snatched the bomb from Qian Haisheng's grasp, and swiftly subdued him.
Captain Zhao was the first to reach Qiao Jing's side, looking at the injured arm of Miss Qiao.
"Miss Qiao, how are you? I'm taking you to the hospital right now!"
Qiao Jing knitted her brows, lifted her arm, and examined the wound, "It's not serious."
Having said that, Qiao Jing didn't waste any time and immediately began to stop the bleeding and bandage herself up roughly.
"Can you manage like this? Shouldn't we go to the hospital first?"