SWISH!
Bald Eagle whipped a short knife from his fanny pack. The blade gleamed with a cold, fierce light as he stared at Chen Fei and snarled, "Kneel down and apologize to Young Master Yang! Believe it or not, I can kill you right now!"
"A knife… a knife…"
Seeing the man dare to so brazenly brandish a knife in this busy downtown area, everyone—from the onlookers in the distance to Zhang Long and Zhao Le—was stunned. A look of fear appeared on their faces, and they began to back away.
They had no choice. Dressed in a suit and covered in tattoos, the man looked absolutely ferocious. Now that he had actually pulled a knife, these ordinary folks knew to keep their distance, their hearts pounding with fear.
"You think you can kill me right now? To be honest, I don't believe you. But I can tell you this: I've always hated it when people point guns or knives at me. You've just crossed one of my lines. Understand?"
