"Miss!" Xueno trembled as he held Ye Xingbei, one hand pressing on Ye Xingbei's lower abdomen, the other pulling out his phone to dial emergency services.
"Mom!" Xiao Shumiao screamed, collapsing to his knees beside Ye Xingbei, watching the blood continuously flowing from Xueno's hand, and broke into sobbing cries.
The child Xueno had kicked to the ground, using his uninjured wrist to support the injured one, struggled to get up from the ground and attempted to run.
Lingyue lunged forward, knocking him onto the sand, picked up the dagger that had fallen onto the beach, raised it, and violently struck it down on his wrist.
The bright and sharp dagger cut cleanly through his wrist.
The child screamed in terror, watching his hand fall to the sand, his screams almost piercing the eardrums.
Xueno looked over, stunned: "Young Master Xiaoyue..."
Lingyue straddled him, holding the bloody dagger, his eyes bloodshot and his face full of malice.
Xiao Shumiao saw nothing, heard nothing.
