The man originally thought he was just some good-for-nothing punk.
Though he was a criminal, there were ranks even among them. For high-level smugglers like him, how could they look down on petty thieves? So he didn't give Huo Ran a second thought.
Unexpectedly, a swift kick came—
It made him dizzy!
After all, he was someone who licked blood off a knife's edge, and he quickly got up, ready to fight back. But Huo Ran had already rushed over, with a punch!
Straight to the face!
The man's head felt disoriented from the hit.
"Damn— you little brat!" The man wiped his nose; there was no blood. "I'll kill you!"
The man suddenly took out a spring knife from his pocket and lunged at him!
Huo Ran didn't expect him to carry such a thing.
After all, he hadn't dealt with these types of people. How could someone like him be without some form of self-defense?
At that moment, Qi Zeyan shouted from nearby:
"Hey, what are you doing!"
