Ye Wangchuan reversed his grip on the blade and chuckled lightly, his tone quite proud and lazy: "I advise you not to play tricks, or my knife will definitely be faster than the bullet."
"..." Sangs initially wanted to signal others to find the right time to shoot, but now he didn't dare make a move.
Ye Wangchuan held him hostage and moved closer to the girl.
Qiao Nian, upon seeing that he was okay, suddenly relaxed her tense nerves, with a slight trace of fear she hadn't even noticed.
As she saw him bringing the leader of this small group closer to her, she was the first to smell the strong scent of blood, and immediately frowned, her dark eyes looking at him: "Are you hurt?"
She was about to check: "Where are you hurt?"
Ye Wangchuan looked at her somewhat helplessly as she ignored everyone else and reached out to check, helplessly dodging aside, pretending to be relaxed: "Nian Nian, it's not possible right now. Wait until we go back tonight."
