The dagger was very small, yet extremely sharp. Jiang Jinsang retreated slightly, the dagger slid past his forearm. Only the sound of fabric tearing could be heard, and it was at this moment.
Jiang Jinsang raised his hand and grasped the man's arm with deft strength.
The man endured the pain, the dagger fell to the ground with a thud, and when he looked up, he was met with Jiang Jinsang's eyes.
Among the three of them, Jiang Jinsang seemed to be the easiest to deal with.
His frame was slim, skin pale to the point of being unnatural, lips blood-red, calm and cold, as if able to engulf a person.
Based on the information he investigated, this man was frail before his marriage, frequently visiting the hospital as a sickly patient. No matter how formidable he appeared, how much strength could he possibly have? Although he hadn't undergone any professional training, he has always lived on the edge, relying on sheer ruthlessness!
