The man chuckled lightly, treating her command with disdain.
Carlos pressed down on her directly, and Gu Nanqiao panicked completely. She knew she was no match for this man in a head-to-head confrontation, but she couldn't think of a better way out at the moment.
He straddled her waist, and both fell onto the couch in a position with the man above and the woman below.
Then, he grabbed a glass of wine from the table and poured a small bag of white powder from his coat pocket into it.
Gu Nanqiao stretched out her hand, frantically searching on the coffee table until she finally found a fruit knife. She raised it without hesitation and stabbed at the man on top of her.
Carlos ignored the danger and hurriedly twisted his body to dodge, but his face was still slashed by the blade.
He touched it with his hand, and his fingertips felt slightly warm.