Hearing these words, Jian Xiu only let out a light “huh” without giving a proper response.

Instead, she turned to the worried people beside her and said, “Watch closely today and see how I deal with a dog.”

At this moment, Zhang Zixuan had already wheeled himself out, and even Jian Ming, with Qian Hongmei’s help, was slowly moving outside.

Needless to say, Jian’s mother was also present.

However, their faces were all filled with worry—without exception.

Even Zhang Zixuan was the same.

Although Jian Xiu had told him about her identity, that was in her world.

Now, she was facing real troublemakers, the kind who wouldn’t hesitate to take a life if given the chance.

“You damn woman! Who are you calling a dog?” the scar-faced man growled viciously.

“Whoever responds to me, that’s who I’m talking about,” Jian Xiu said indifferently.

“You…” The scar-faced man pointed at Jian Xiu but was momentarily speechless.

“Enough nonsense. I’ll ask you only once—where is Fenjie?” Jian Xiu demanded sharply.

“Fenjie? Hahaha… You don’t really think I’d bring her back, do you? How naive.”

“Looks like you won’t take the easy way out.”

“Oh? Those should be my words—ah… ugh…”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly found that the woman who had been a full ten feet away from him had appeared right in front of him in an instant.

Not only that, but she was striking him repeatedly with a wooden stick she had picked up.

By the time he realized what was happening, he had already taken several blows.

Realizing something was off, the scar-faced man’s expression changed.

This woman wasn’t as simple as he had initially thought.

If he wasn’t mistaken, she was skilled in martial arts.

Unfortunately for her, she had run into him.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, he pulled a dagger from his chest pocket and lunged at Jian Xiu without hesitation.

“Xiu’er, watch out!”

Seeing this, Jian’s mother’s heart nearly stopped, and she shouted anxiously to warn Jian Xiu.

Not just her—even Zhang Zixuan’s heart leaped into his throat at the sight.

Hearing her mother’s warning, Jian Xiu felt a wave of warmth in her heart.

But the moment she locked eyes with the scar-faced man, her expression turned sharp and fierce once more.

With ease, she sidestepped his attack.

Seeing his strike miss, the scar-faced man immediately barked an order to the three men behind him. “What are you waiting for? Get her!”

Jian Xiu merely narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a low voice, “I advise you to save your strength. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless. I’ll give you one last chance—if you return Sister Fen unharmed, I’ll spare your life today.”

“Hahaha… what big words!” The scar-faced man sneered.

After saying this, he signaled to his men with a nod.

The meaning was clear: What are you fools waiting for? Get her!

Understanding the command, the three men raised their daggers and charged at Jian Xiu.

But before they could even get close, Jian Xiu effortlessly took them down with a few swift kicks.

Without giving the scar-faced man a chance to react, she spun around and snatched his dagger from his grip before he could process what had happened.

As his mind struggled to comprehend the situation, he suddenly felt the cold steel of the dagger pressing against his throat.

Jian Xiu didn’t give him a chance to resist.

She exerted force through her arm, slowly pressing the blade into his skin.

“Spare me! Spare me, Lady Warrior!”

In the blink of an eye, the scar-faced man was trembling and begging for mercy.

“Spare you?” Jian Xiu laughed coldly. “That’s funny—weren’t you the one boasting earlier? What did you say again? Oh, right, you said you’d make us suffer.”

As she spoke, she raised her foot and delivered a heavy kick to his abdomen.

When he fell face-first onto the ground, she grabbed him and kicked him again—this time sending him flying nearly twenty feet away.

“This is probably how you beat up my big brother, isn’t it?”

Seeing the blood trickling from the scar-faced man’s mouth, Jian Xiu felt no sympathy whatsoever.

She knew that people like him didn’t deserve mercy.

Any hesitation or kindness shown toward such scum would only lead to dire consequences.

This was something Jian Xiu, who had lived a life on the edge of a blade, understood all too well.

“Lady Warrior, Lady Warrior, please spare me!” The scar-faced man stammered in broken sentences.

“I was planning to, but you didn’t cherish the opportunity.”

With that, Jian Xiu raised the dagger in her hand, ready to stab him.

“Jian Xiu!” Zhang Zixuan’s urgent voice rang out from a distance.

Following Jian Xiu’s earlier example, he picked up a small stone and hurled it toward the dagger in her hand.

With a sharp clang, the stone struck the blade.

But the dagger didn’t fall. Instead, Jian Xiu held onto it tightly.

Puzzled, she turned to look at Zhang Zixuan.

“Jian Xiu, you can’t kill him. Killing him means paying with your own life…”

These words snapped Jian Xiu back to reality, though she showed no change in expression.

Her face remained cold and merciless.

Without a word, she withdrew the dagger and placed her foot on the scar-faced man’s chest.

She fixed him with an intense stare, making him shudder uncontrollably.

It wasn’t for nothing—he had truly seen the intent to kill in her eyes just now.

If it weren’t for that man Zhang Zixuan stopping her, he would probably already be meeting the King of Hell.

“Speak! How do you want to die? Shall I cut off your hands first? Or your feet? Or perhaps, should I slice your throat clean and separate your head from your body?”

Jian Xiu lightly patted the dagger against the scar-faced man’s face as she asked ominously.

At that moment, not just the scar-faced man, but even the other three thugs were shaking in fear.

They had been collecting debts from this family for years, and nothing had ever happened.

Never in their wildest dreams did they expect a woman with such formidable martial skills to suddenly appear.

And what did she call Jian Ming just now?

Oh, right—she called him Big Brother.

Which meant she was Jian Ming’s younger sister.

But if that was the case, why had she never shown up all these years, despite their repeated harassment?

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” Jian Xiu smirked, her voice laced with mockery.

“Hmm… let me guess what you’re thinking. Oh! You’re probably wondering why I only showed up now, aren’t you?”

She looked down at the scar-faced man with an eerie calmness.