Yan Feifan saw the woman's savage, twisted expression. More importantly, he saw the gleaming, terrifying dagger lunging right at him.
In this state of emergency, his brain kicked into overdrive, instantly shifting into a high-frequency processing state.
In the blink of an eye, he had already formulated no fewer than three perfectly sound escape routes.
At the same time, Yan Feifan even had the mental spare capacity to quickly search his memories. 'I really don't know this woman.'
'We have no history, no grudge. Why is she doing this?'
But no matter how fast Yan Feifan's mind worked…
…his body couldn't keep up.
After weighing his options, Yan Feifan chose a simple yet effective evasive maneuver that would minimize the damage.
He lowered his body by a mere centimeter.
At this trajectory, the dagger would strike him squarely on the third rib.
He was already tensing his muscles to recoil upon impact, using her momentum to push himself back quickly.
