Wen Xian struggled and began to cry, her voice hoarse and desperate, "No, please don't, husband... I beg you, don't—!"
The man surnamed Wu listened to the woman's hopeless cries, watched as Lu Xiao raised the dagger, aiming at his own stomach, and a chilling smile close to madness crept over his lips, a low laugh emerging.
He stared intently at Lu Xiao, just waiting for him to drop dead in front of his eyes.
However, just when Lu Xiao gripped the dagger with both hands and was about to plunge it into his stomach—
"Bang—!"
The man suddenly felt an overwhelming force, as he was slammed over someone's shoulder and sent flying backward—!
Lu Xiao lunged forward, the military curve knife originally directed at his own stomach now viciously piercing through the man's palm, nailing him alive to the ground!
"Ah...!"
He screamed in agony as the curved blade stabbed through his hand, his eyes filling with thick veins of blood, his forehead bulging with tense veins.
