"Courting death!"
Da Qiao's face twisted in a sinister manner, and the dagger she thrust suddenly accelerated.
"Futile resistance."
Lin Fan shook his head, calmly watching the trajectory of the dagger as it approached, then swiftly reached out, a black shadow flashing in mid-air.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce Lin Fan's heart, he grabbed Da Qiao's wrist!
"How can he be this fast?" A flicker of shock appeared in Da Qiao's eyes.
However, when Da Qiao tried to break free from Lin Fan's grasp, she found that the hand holding her wrist seemed more like an iron vice than a hand.
The more she struggled, the stronger the grip on her wrist became.
Soon, Da Qiao's face showed signs of pain!
"Bastard! Let go of my sister!" Qiao shouted angrily, immediately charging from behind Lin Fan.
The dagger gleamed with a cold, icy light, getting closer and closer to Lin Fan's back. A hint of triumph appeared in Qiao's eyes.
