"My God!"
The man was instantly terrified, grasped his knife, and slashed back!
Chen Xiaobei grabbed his wrist, twisted it forcefully, and with a crunch, his wrist broke into two pieces.
Immediately afterward, before he could let out a scream, Chen Xiaobei pressed a point on his throat.
In an instant, the man couldn't make a sound, he could only open his mouth wide in shock, his face full of horror.
Chen Xiaobei kicked him away, helped Zhang Yingying from the ground, and asked tenderly, "Yingying, are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"Xiaobei... Uncle Xiaobei?"
Zhang Yingying thought she was seeing things, and directly leaped into Chen Xiaobei's arms, sobbing, "Wu wu wu, Uncle Xiaobei, is it really you? Am I already dead, dreaming?"
"Uncle Xiaobei, I'm done for, my face is ruined, I'm afraid I can't fulfill my promise!"
"You bastard, why didn't you want me back then!"
