Wyatt Perry narrowed his eyes, his face cold.
He grabbed the knife from Lee Genius's hand and pressed Lee Genius's hand onto the dining table with his other hand.
Up came the hand, down came the knife.
The speed was astonishing.
Lee Genius's left pinky was detached, the severed finger gushing with blood.
"Ah..." Lee Genius screamed in pain, his face ashen, covering his finger in horror.
Everyone present seemed to have been frozen in place, not daring to move, not even daring to breathe, watching Wyatt Perry with fear and trepidation.
Wyatt Perry elegantly pulled out a tissue to wipe the blood and his fingerprints off the knife.
He spoke slowly, "What's wrong with President Lee's hand?"
Someone immediately answered, "It's President Lee's own carelessness; he cut his hand while cutting meat. Quick, quick, send him to the hospital. If we hurry, we can still reattach the finger."
Others echoed, "Yes, yes, it was President Lee's own carelessness."
