Yan Mo nodded as he recalled the things she had mentioned.
"If you dare to kill, let's see if your boss can endure the agony of wishing for death," Xia Yue said as she took a dagger from her pocket, cut the intact hand of the bandit leader, and then pulled out a glass vial containing a white powder.
"This is some good stuff, oh, but I wonder whether your boss can stand it," Xia Yue showed the glass vial to them, then opened it, poured a little onto the dagger, and then sprinkled it onto the bandit leader's wound.
Everyone's attention was fixed on them, and the bandit leader was a bit nervous inside, having no idea what her move would be.
The next second, he felt both numbing and itching sensations from the wound on his hand, and they were growing increasingly intense.
