The older policeman fought his body's conditioned reflex, forcing himself not to dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the knife flew toward his eye. If it hit, he'd be a one-eyed man for the rest of his life.
CLINK!
As the knife clattered to the ground, the older policeman finally blinked... his eyes.
His neck was sore, his eyes stung, and the tension finally drained from his entire body.
The onlookers saw it clearly. As the knife neared his eye, it seemed to hit some kind of resistance.
This resistance didn't just block it; it slapped the knife down to the ground.
That's why the clinking sound was so crisp.
The safety talisman paper in the older policeman's hand had already burned to ash.
Without needing an explanation from Wen Ying, the two men thanked her, took the remaining talisman paper, and left the clinic.
