As her words fell, Luoyu only felt a dark shadow flash before her eyes, and then she watched Li Qiao nimbly leap up, stepping on the man's right knee with one leg and lifting the other leg to slam her knee hard into his chin.
How hard?
The force was strong enough to make the man spit blood from his mouth, as if he had bitten his tongue.
This scene caused Luoyu's blood to run cold.
She hadn't even reacted when everyone had already stopped.
As for the reason they stopped—
Li Qiao was holding the folding dagger lightly against the man's throat.
Luoyu froze, her movements stiff as she looked towards her shoulder, and indeed... the dagger was gone.
Damn!
When had she taken the dagger from her shoulder?
She hadn't felt a thing.
At this moment, the man in black was still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bloodshot, and the fragile neck beneath the cold dagger forced him to remain motionless.
