Jia Zuo's hair stood on end, and he instinctively wanted to back away, but it was too late.
The man who had been standing silently behind Chuanliu suddenly moved, striking with the speed of a ghost.
His movements are so fast that they catch people off guard; he often uses the quickest method to inflict fatal damage on his enemies.
Almost no one could see when a gleaming dagger appeared in his hand.
The dagger drew a sharp arc in the air, heading straight for Jia Zuowei's vitals.
Jia stared wide-eyed at the approaching blade, a strong sense of fear welling up inside him.
He tried to shout, but it was as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't make a sound.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce Jia's body, Fu Baili reacted in time and immediately intervened.
He grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him backward.
Jia lost his balance and frantically grabbed the coffee table, but ended up tripping and falling to the ground.
The teacup on the coffee table shattered instantly, shards of porcelain embedding themselves deep in his palm. Scalding hot tea splashed onto his hand, and the man let out a painful scream.
Upon seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Zhuiming's eyes.
The blade immediately shifted, slashing at Jia Zuowei from the side with swift and decisive movements.
The sharp blade sliced through Jia Zuowei's arm as easily as cutting tofu.
A huge gash immediately split open on his arm, and blood gushed out like a gushing spring, staining his clothes red.
"ah!"
The intense pain caused him to scream in agony again, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.
At this moment, Fu Baili stepped forward and interrupted Zhui Ming's attack on Jia Zuowei.
Faced with this sudden turn of events, the girl's eyes were filled with terror and disbelief. She questioned Zhui Ming:
"Qiang, what are you doing! How could you hurt Brother Jia!"
Her body trembled uncontrollably, as if every cell was expressing fear and bewilderment.
She mustered her courage and stood in front of Fu Baili and Jia Zuowei, trying to protect them from harm.
In reality, it blocked their escape route.
Ah Qiang...
Is this his new nickname?
Zhuiming chuckled inwardly as he watched her reaction.
He continued to play along with her act, outwardly maintaining the demeanor of a traitor, and responded nonchalantly:
"I'm sorry, this is my mission. I'm an undercover agent sent by Xu Zhi."
Upon hearing this, the girl felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her voice was filled with despair.
"An undercover agent...? No, impossible!"
Her gaze toward Zhuiming was filled with disappointment and resentment, like that of a betrayed lover seeking the answers she longed to hear.
"So, everything you told me was fake? All those wonderful memories we shared were just an act?"
Zhuiming said coldly, "If I don't say that, how can you bring me to see Jia Zuowei?"
While answering, Zhuiming blocked Jia's escape route.
Then, she uttered that classic line:
"Have you ever loved me?"
Never.
The man answered.
Zhuiming watched her reaction, his expression remaining completely calm.
He grabbed the girl, pressed the sharp blade against her slender neck, and provocatively said to Jia:
"If you take another step, I'll kill her!"
To everyone's surprise, Jia did not pause for even a moment after saying that.
He glanced disdainfully at Chuanliu, who was looking at him with expectant eyes.
"Ha, do you think I care whether she lives or dies?"
Immediately, he ordered Fu Baili:
"Fu Baili, kill him for me!"
Seemingly realizing that he couldn't threaten him with the girl, Zhuiming pushed Chuanliu forward and attacked Jia Zuowei's direction again.
But Fu Baili's position as gang leader was not without merit, and he immediately came forward to greet him.
Zhuiming and Fu Baili faced off with their knives drawn, the atmosphere so tense it was almost frozen.
Their eyes met, as if two invisible forces were colliding fiercely, creating a slight ripple in the air.
Zhui Ming moved with the agility of a cheetah, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment. The short knife in his hand gleamed coldly.
Fu Baili also displayed the composure expected of a professional fighter.
Suddenly, Zhui Ming moved swiftly, rushing towards Fu Baili like an arrow released from a bow. The short knife in his hand transformed into a streak of silver light, aiming straight for Fu Baili's vital points.
Upon seeing this, Fu Baili immediately accepted the challenge.
The two swords clashed, producing a loud "clang".
Suddenly, Zhui Ming dodged, and the short sword seemed to come alive, twisting nimbly like a silver snake, instantly slashing a deep gash into the latter's body.
The two figures passed each other and then quickly separated.
Zhui Ming's swordsmanship is unpredictable and elusive.
Fu Baili frowned slightly, and as he steadied his disordered breathing, he spoke:
"You are definitely not one of Xu Zhi's people! Who are you?"
Throughout the game, Zhui Ming remained calm and composed.
Ignoring the man's question, he continued his assault on Jia.
At this moment, Chuanliu fell down at Jia Zuowei's feet, grabbing his trouser leg to get up.
After the scene she just performed with Zhui Ming, Jia Zuowei now has no doubt about her identity.
The two were forced into a corner and had no way to escape.
Jia was both afraid that his actions would attract the assassin's attention and worried that if he didn't move, the assassin would come and kill him.
Hiding is not an option, nor is not hiding.
Blood continued to gush from the deep wound on his arm; Zhui Ming's highly skilled slash made it impossible to stop the bleeding.
Intense pain surged through him like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming him.
"Brother Jia, you're injured!"
The girl cried out in terror, her voice filled with worry.
She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket, her hands trembling as if she wanted to stop Jia's bleeding.
However, faced with that deep, bone-revealing wound, she seemed at a loss, afraid that her movements would worsen his injury. The handkerchief was crumpled in her hands, yet she hesitated to approach the horrifying wound.
She seemed panicked and at a loss for what to do.
"Brother Jia, I...I don't know how to stop bleeding. Let me wipe your sweat."
She picked up a handkerchief and hastily wiped the sweat from Jia's face.
Jia's forehead was covered with large beads of sweat, and he was suffering from unbearable spasms due to the pain.
His vision was starting to blur, and he didn't even have time to pay attention to Chuanliu, who had been holding him back.
At this moment, Zhuiming broke free from Fu Baili's entanglement and attacked Jia Zuowei again.
To everyone's surprise, Fu Baili actually used his body to block the knife, standing in front of him again.
Fu Baili, clutching his bleeding wound and enduring the excruciating pain, instructed Chuan Liu:
"Take him away quickly!"
Chuanliu, at the opportune moment, played the role of a saintly burden, tightly supporting Jia Zuowei, who was trying to run away but had little strength, and shouted with righteous indignation:
"No! I won't leave! What will you do if I leave!"
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