Mr. Osaka was pondering when he suddenly felt his vision blur. When he had the chance to react, he stretched his hand out to touch his eyes, and red blood stained his hand.
"Ah! My eyes!" Mr. Osaka covered his eyes as he stumbled back, and he called out in pain.
Everyone in the main lobby looked over at Ou Luoxi. They had not seen how Ou Luoxi attacked him at all. He was still handsome and refined as he stood there quietly, but there was a sharp knife in his right hand.
The cold knife blade was still dripping with fresh blood.
Some people were frightened and stumbled backwards. They had long heard of Ou Luoxi's skills, but they did not think that he would be so quick and accurate, and it was too easy for him to attack someone.
