As Xiao Feng slowly raised his dagger, Fujiwara Keiaki's hand was already on the hilt, ready to launch the fiercest attack at any moment.
The expressions of the others didn't change much; except for Fujiwara Keiaki, no one believed Xiao Feng would harm his teammates.
Time seemed to slow down suddenly. Su Yuzhuo watched Xiao Feng with a faint smile, showing no fear, even though the blade was getting closer to her snow-white neck.
Meanwhile, Xiao Feng could clearly feel the murderous intent emanating from Fujiwara Keiaki's body, becoming increasingly intense, on the verge of eruption.
The next moment, under Wu Yu's expectant gaze, Xiao Feng decisively withdrew his dagger and turned around, saying, "I just forgot to ask, what benefit do I get if I kill her?"
"Do you think you have the leverage to bargain with me?" Wu Yu snarled, "Act quickly, or I'll..."
"Break the jar?" Xiao Feng interrupted, "Why do you always use this threat?"
