In the blink of an eye, as the sharp fruit knife thrust towards Ye Qiu's chest, Ye Qiu grabbed the sharp knife without it cutting his fingers to bleed.
"Bang!"
It wasn't a gunshot; rather, Ye Qiu snapped the sharp fruit knife and sent it flying towards the thigh of the man trying to stab him with it.
The sharp knife tip pierced directly into the opponent's thigh, deeply embedded.
Neither of these two expected such an outcome, and the opponent nearly fell to his knees in pain.
Lin Xiang and Cao Ling, hiding in the room, couldn't see clearly, but as the young man suddenly pointed a handgun at Ye Qiu, the two women screamed.
At such close range, Lin Xiang, being from a military family, knew that if the bullet hit Ye Qiu's head, he would surely die.
Unexpectedly, the handgun, along with the young man's finger, seemed to be crushed by Ye Qiu, blood dripping, while the other young man trying to stab Ye Qiu was pierced in the thigh by the broken fruit knife.
