At that moment, a bald man with a sharp knife appeared right behind Tan Jian. The man smirked, raising his blade as if he was about to strike.
However, Tan Jian was far too busy sparring with the man in front of him to notice him.
He grinned wolfishly.
If he had managed to stab him, then the man would either die from the sudden impact or sustain an injury that would follow him for the rest of his life.
Yao Tang, who had been hiding in the dark, also caught sight of the blade in the man's hand. She was just about to make her move, but something unexpected transpired.
Her eyes widened.
The men surrounding President Tan dropped to the ground. All of them were clutching their heads as they clawed down to the side of their ears, looking as if they were being tortured mentally.
It was very similar to what Yao Tang had done.
Elder Nie gaped. Could it be the girl again?
