Gu Jue moved so fast that no one could quite see his actions. They only saw a flash of cold light, followed by the two men's agonizing screams.
The weapons in their hands clattered to the ground. In perfect unison, they both clutched their right wrists with their left hands, their faces contorted in pain.
Bright red beads of blood dripped down, slowly staining the snow-covered ground.
Only then did the others seem to snap out of a daze, realizing what had just happened.
Ye Zhiyao subconsciously stepped forward. "Mr. Li, Mr. Liu, are you..."
Before she could finish a complete sentence, the two men turned their anger on her. "Get lost!"
"I see what's going on! You're all in this together, just messing with us, aren't you?"
Gu Jue didn't bother to explain. He just spat out a single cold word: "Scram."
