Without any adjustment movement, Bai Lu had already darted from three meters away, with the army knife held in reverse grip, its tip pointing like a fang straight at Golden Kite Tang Zhan's throat.
The fierce murderous intent made everyone's skin tingle painfully.
Tang Zhan's pupils contracted abruptly, and his foot, which hadn't yet landed, suddenly retracted backward a step, dodging sideways, the blade brushing just half a centimeter past his Adam's apple; he could almost see the horror in his own eyes.
"Zing!"
The dagger retracted, tearing through the bulletproof tactical vest, and a line of blood gushed out.
Tang Zhan, without uttering a word, swallowed the blow, retreating explosively, knocking down three Black Kite Special Service members who were watching nearby, and his gloomy gaze fixed intently on Bai Lu.
