"You want to die? Not that easy."
Ling Feng let out a cold snort, struck like lightning, and stopped him before the Dagger in his hand could reach his chest.
The man froze on the spot. Ling Feng reached out, took his Dagger and looked it over, then said, "With this thing, even if you stab straight into your own heart you can forget about dying. I can still drag you back!"
But right after he spoke, the guy didn't react at all!
Ling Feng tossed the Dagger aside and took a closer look at the man, only to realize his face had already turned ashen, blood seeping from all seven orifices!
Dead!
"Fuck!"
Ling Feng couldn't help cursing. So pulling out the Dagger had just been a diversion; his real goal was to cover up taking poison!
He must've used the same poison that killed the guy with glasses—cyanide.
Watching the man topple to the ground, Ling Feng was speechless for a moment.
