Qiao Jing had noticed this too, but it was already too late for her to dodge.
The next second, she felt a sharp pain in her arm.
Following that, a warm sensation surged forth.
She had been cut.
Qiao Jing glanced down at the wound on her shoulder, where blood was already flowing down to her arm, dropping onto the floor one drop at a time.
But she couldn't care less about the wound that was continuously bleeding, she immediately looked up at the several people charging towards her.
A few underlings saw that Qiao Jing was finally injured, and immediately swung the bottles in their hands, rushing forward like madmen.
Qiao Jing swiftly raised the stool in her hand to defend herself, but she felt another surge of pain in her arm.
She had no choice but to lower her hand to alleviate the pain in her shoulder, raising her other uninjured hand and pressing on several acupoints.
However, this also gave her opponents a chance. By the time she wanted to face them again, it was too late.
