Han drops to the ground with the dagger a few meters away from him.
With my hands tied together, I dropped to the ground as well to grab the dropped dagger.
Because my feet were still trussed to the chair I sat, the chair fell alongside me as well, hitting me on my back.
I fumbled on the wooden floor to get a good grip of the dagger.
"F*ck!!" A notification appeared before Han and he glared towards me in rage. "You broke my f*cking nose!!"
"You're lucky that was all I broke,"
He turned towards 'Native'.
"What the h.e.l.l are you doing?" He bawled, but 'Native' gestured that he was still busy with his cleaning.
"Leave that alone you p.r.i.c.k and kill this…"
A cold steel pierced straight into Han's throat.
Unknown to Han, I quickly freed myself from the ropes tying my hands and feet and hurled the dagger in my hand into his throat.
