But at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared behind him. Xia Liang's figure appeared suddenly, a cold gleam flashing past.
The cold gleam sliced through the air, directly attacking the man's throat. The man who was just about to leave also sensed the danger, his expression changing as he hurriedly dodged to the side.
"Sss..."
However, the man's speed was still a bit slow; the military dagger directly slashed through his throat, and blood began to drench downward.
"It's you!"
The man looked at Xia Liang, his eyes filled with terror. He originally thought it was a trap within the passage, but unexpectedly, Xia Liang had ambushed here.
"How does it feel, surprised?"
Xia Liang looked at the man with a smile, the military dagger in his hand still dripping with blood. Although the man hadn't died yet, his throat had been slit. Unless he was immediately sent to a hospital for rescue, he definitely wouldn't make it.
