Moonlight streamed in through the skylight. The rest of the crew members held their guns tightly and aimed at him. They shouted in broken Mandarin, "Don't move!"
A gun?
His lips stiffened as he slowly stood up and raised his hands above his head with a cold expression.
"Put the dagger down!" That person shouted at the top of his voice again!
It was as if the person standing before him was not an eight-year-old child, but a demon!
Mu Yichen tilted his head, the corner of his lips curling into a sinister smile as if he was puzzled!
The man gestured with his hands and feet again. "Put the dagger down!"
Little Yichen let out an "oh" and pretended to put down the dagger he was holding. Seeing this, the men relaxed a little, but at this slight relaxation, Little Yichen immediately narrowed his eyes. The dagger in his hand suddenly flew out and drew a dazzling arc in the air. With a swish, it ruthlessly pierced the neck of one of the men!
