Thorn swung the knife, missing, and then swung it again.
Swish, swish, swish!
The sharp fruit knife glittered coldly in the night sky.
Stab, chop, slash, thrust...
In the blink of an eye, she had attacked Wang Dadong dozens of times.
But after dozens of moves, her fruit knife hadn't even touched the corner of Wang Dadong's clothes.
This guy was as slippery as an eel, leaping up and down, his movements looking ridiculous and awkward, yet he always managed to narrowly dodge her fruit knife.
Attacking Wang Dadong for over a hundred moves, Thorn was panting with exhaustion, yet still couldn't kill Wang Dadong.
"Soldier Sister, you don't keep your word, you clearly said you'd kiss my brother," Wang Dadong said gloomily.
"I'll kill you!" Thorn swung the fruit knife again.
Seeing Soldier Sister about to lose her temper, Wang Dadong quickly turned to flee.
"You, stand still!" Thorn shouted.
"I can stand still, but can you put the knife down first?"
