"Watch out!"
Zeke evaded on reflexes, however, he could not escape the dagger completely.
It ripped through his shirt, slicing it open and slashed his right waist, creating a thin red stripe on his skin.
Zeke hissed and dropped on the ground as the man pushed him and rushed out of the door, fleeing.
"Sir Roderick!"
Zeke's face twisted in pain, teeth clenched. His hand clutched againsts his right waist, crimson blood gushing out between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.
He grunted.
Jian Yu had seen wrongly, it was not just a thin line, but it was deep enough that it needed a few stitches to close the wound.
"Sir, are you okay?"
Jian Yu looked around for spare clothes, anything to wrap around the wound, something that was able to stop the bleeding for the time being.
"Oh no! I need a nurse…!" Even in this crucial moment, Zeke still managed to grit out a joke, but Jian Yu wasn't getting it at all.
