A submachine gun without a magazine was a piece of scrap metal. The Burmese man didn't even bother to use a piece of scrap metal to defend himself. He clenched his right hand into a fist and pulled his left hand back. He held a dagger with a sharp blade in his left hand and stabbed it at Liu Ning.
Liu Ning knew a thing or two about the brutal thugs around drug dealers. He was a thug around drug dealers too. Daggers were cold weapons that they wouldn't leave behind. If the other party had them, he had them too.
The difference was that the other party wasn't injured and his movements weren't affected. On the other hand, he had been shot in the arm, so his movements were definitely affected. His movements couldn't help but stagnate.
Clash!
