Xu Zhouming did not expect, even till his death, that he would be killed by Yun Jian.
Nonetheless, everyone else there saw it clear and true. How old was the girl again? She was at most 16 or 17! The skill she had shown just now, however, could no longer be described as terrorizing.
She had clutched the handle of the butterfly knife that had sunken into Xu Zhouming's left shoulder, held it against his shoulder, and dragged it all the way to his chest where his heart was like she was slicing up some tofu.
The blade carved Xu Zhouming's flesh from his left shoulder to his heart and was stabbed in even deeper!
Many of those in the hall were mafia bosses in various cities. Zhe Province, as a huge province, had many cities. Although these gang leaders had countless experience under their belt, they had never seen such a horrendous method—digging a blade through a human body and then thrusting it right through the person's heart!
