Jiang Chuan smiled faintly, extended two fingers and shook them slightly, saying, "It really wasn't me. If it were me, that chopstick wouldn't have pierced his hand, but his throat instead!"
"Kid, you're so arrogant! It seems we really underestimated you!"
A trace of ferocity flashed in Huang Mao's eyes, then he flicked his wrist, intending to stab Jiang Chuan with the knife in his hand.
But at that moment, another chopstick suddenly shot forth and directly pierced his wrist.
Blood splattered everywhere, and Huang Mao cried out in pain, dropping the knife with a clang.
"Hmph! I thought the person I needed to assassinate was some kind of hero, but it turns out to be just a cowardly wimp!"
With a disdainful voice, a figure slowly walked into the room.
Huang Mao hurriedly looked up in horror. If it weren't for this person speaking, he hadn't even noticed someone entering.
