Two cries of "Watch out!" One came from Yu Suye, her voice filled with panic and urgency.
The other came from Wang Chuan.
His voice was laced with disbelief and anger.
At that moment, Yan Feifan's gaze shifted to his right.
He saw a glint of cold light flash past where his right hand had just been.
'That's…'
Yan Feifan's gaze sharpened.
It was a slender, short-handled scalpel used for cosmetic surgery.
But where the handle should have been facing him, the tip of the blade now was.
'The scalpel is razor-sharp…'
In an instant, goosebumps erupted all over his body.
The short-handled scalpel hung in mid-air. Jio Xin, who was holding it, seemed to snap out of her daze.
She stared at the hand gripping the scalpel, her eyes wide with disbelief and confusion.
Then, as the realization of what she had just done washed over her, Jio Xin began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I… I… I wasn't myself…"
"I… I don't know what happened…"
