Qiao Nian didn't waste her breath on him. "He Lin, do you have a knife on you?"
"Yes."
Qiao Nian's aura was too strong. He Lin subconsciously took a small knife from his waist, placed it on the table, and then consciously retreated to the side.
Qiao Nian leaned back and looked at Second Elder and the rest who were stubborn with her. She said concisely, "Then I'll chop off a finger as a down payment."
"What is it?"
"She wants us to chop our hands off?"
"Did I hear wrongly?"
The Righteousness Hall was noisy. Second Elder only felt his ears buzzing, and his mind was boiling like boiling water.
He stood in front of the table and looked at the knife in disbelief.
He Lin's self-defense knife was incomparably sharp. Cutting off a little finger was as easy as exerting a little force.
But how could he cut off his finger?
