Xu Xiao's heart skipped a beat, but before he could react, a flash of cold light whisked by, too fast to dodge it.
His vision blurred as something sliced from his forehead down to his chin.
Jun Moyan's movements were too fast to allow any reaction.
A blood-curdling scream erupted, vibrating the eardrums.
"Ah."
Xu Xiao clutched his left eye, yelling in pain, and tried to rise from the sofa, but he couldn't get up.
Blood flowed through his fingers, instantly staining his entire face and hand red.
His other hand was pinned to the table by a sharp dagger.
The hand holding the dagger's handle was Jun Moyan's, which looked stunning and felt lethally effortless.
As Xu Xiao's bodyguards behind him reached for their guns, Qing Yi's moves were much quicker.
The silenced gunshots sounded somewhat muted in the vast space but were no less lethal.
The smell of blood rapidly filled the air.
