Although Li Jia was surprised by the man's reaction, her body still reflexively tilted her head back, forming a bridge-like motion. Just as the knife spun back, she sprang up again like a spring.
Looking at the scene inside the room, Li Jia was a little puzzled. There were really only three people in the room. Quentin Hammerley and Langer were sitting in chairs near the window, staring at Li Jia with strange smiles on their faces, with the guns in their hands placed aside.
Before Li Jia could think too much, the short man in front of her produced another foot-long combat knife. The two knives were curved and straight. The curved one was the one that had just used to spin and sneak attack Li Jia, while the straight one was a double-edged sword with both blades gleaming silver. The two knives were held one in front of the other in the blade's hand. These two knives were the reason why this short man was called Blade.
The curved knife in his left hand suddenly swung out, and at the same time, the blade shot towards Li Jia. Not knowing where the curved knife would go, Li Jia had to spare some attention to judge. Meanwhile, the double-edged combat knife in front of him was already diagonally slashing towards his neck. "Clang!" A metallic clang rang out as Li Jia's dark, unremarkable dagger met the blade's double-edged combat knife.
Blade's attack was blocked by Li Jia, but Blade's face remained unchanged, a disdainful smile slowly curving his lips. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he retreated sharply. This time, Li Jia did not choose to dodge. The black dagger in her hand was held horizontally to the left side of her neck, and the spinning scimitar only just reached Li Feng's side!
After knocking the scimitar to the ground, Li Feng finally focused his attention and took a closer look at the man in front of him, who was called "Blade."
Standing at less than 1.7 meters tall, with thick curly hair clinging tightly to his head, and exceptionally smooth muscles in his bare arms, his entire body exudes a fluid explosive power—a feeling akin to that of a leopard: agile, powerful, and fast!
His bright black eyes stared unblinkingly at Li Jia, as if he were staring at prey, with a bloodthirsty and predatory glint in them!
"Blade, it seems you can go all out this time. We don't have much time left. Finish him off in thirty seconds!" Quentin Hammeri stared at Li Jia, a mocking look on his handsome face, speaking in a nonchalant tone.
Quentin Hammerley, who had thought his previous attack would have been enough to kill the seemingly refined Chinese man in front of him, was quite surprised that Li Jia was able to block Blade's attacks one after another. After all, Blade had been specially transferred from Rattlesnake to handle some tricky matters and assassinate key figures of the Dragon Dance Society.
His strength was beyond question, which was why Quentin Hammerley was so confident. He lazily adjusted his posture, sat there, and looked at his watch. "Begin!"
At Quentin's command, Blade pounced on Li Jia, who was standing in the room, like a cheetah. His double-edged combat knife was as fast as lightning and went straight for Li Jia's left chest, where his heart was.
Looking at the situation inside the room, Li Jia clearly calculated the distance between the people and what she needed to do next. As she dodged to the side, she blocked the double-edged combat knife that had missed its first strike and was now sweeping in the direction she had dodged!
The rapid, intense clanging of metal made Quentin Hammerli, who had been relaxed inside, grow increasingly grim. But the sudden smile on Li Jia's face startled them both! A sense of foreboding surged within them.
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