As soon as the words were spoken, Li Qiyu took several large steps forward.
Auntie Zhang felt a heavy blow on her shoulder and a kick at the bend of her leg, forcing her down to her knees.
Li Qiyu moved swiftly and skillfully, so fast that no one saw how she made her move before Auntie Zhang was already in pain, her face contorted, "It hurts... let go of me..."
Li Qiyu bent over, her eyes dangerously narrowed, "If I'm not pleased, I could break your bones in minutes. However, I don't want to hold a funeral in the Bo family, so be careful not to bump into my gun's barrel again."
Auntie Zhang's mouth opened and shut in fear, daring not to say another word.
Madam Bo was so angry she lifted her crutch to strike, but Li Qiyu, as if she had eyes on the back of her head, violently grasped one end of the crutch.
Madam Bo couldn't pull the crutch free no matter how hard she tried, her old face strained as she hissed, "You little bitch!"
