In the gloomy mine shaft, Cockerland's shouts sounded so desperate they broke, resembling the castrates of ancient Eastern courts.
Luo An paused when he heard the other's words, seeing the chilling tip of the dagger stop in front of him, and Cockerland breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Hiss—
"Ah—"
The next second, a flash of white light, blood spurted, and Cockerland screamed as his pupils dilated, because Luo An had still cut the tendons at his left wrist with the dagger.
"Fu-k!"
Cockerland, reeling from the intense pain and acutely aware of the consequences of having his tendons cut, glared at Luo An with bloodshot eyes, and cursed vociferously:
"I told you, I'm with the CIA! Why would you still..."
"Because I don't believe you."
Luo An picked up the dagger and wiped the blood on Cockerland's clothes, revealing a cornered grin that he himself found rather amiable:
