"Hey, don't be nervous, my friend."
A light-hearted greeting came from the darkness.
A young man in a dark combat suit waved at Kun.
His eyes glinted sharply, a dagger in his hand, moving as lightly as a nocturnal feline.
Kun was both shocked and angry, pointing his gun directly at him:
"Who the hell's your friend! Tell me, you've been hiding behind me, what do you want?"
The visitor shrugged casually, twirling a dazzling knife flower between his fingers:
"What do I want? Of course, to see if you're obediently following our Chairman's orders."
"If you had pressed the wrong key by a shaky hand just now, this knife of mine would have directly slashed your carotid artery, and then the blood would spray out..."
"Enough, Fei Ying, put the knife away."
A steady voice suddenly rang out.
Fang Cheng timely intervened, stopping the confrontation that might turn into a shootout anytime.
