Jiang Yi was blinded by the gleam of the knife, which was a full 20 centimeters long. She didn't dare to imagine what would happen if such a thing was plunged into Wen Xu's body.
However, she still feigned composure and said, "Brother, that knife looks really scary."
Short Fatty took the knife, grinned, and said, "Don't be afraid, it's just for intimidation. I try not to use it unless absolutely necessary."
Hearing this, Jiang Yi's heart sank a little.
As long as the other party held some reservations, there was still room for maneuver.
Jiang Yi glanced out of the corner of her eye toward Wen Xu's hiding place, and noticed the bald man who had just passed the knife was heading in that direction.
The bald man was no more than five meters away from Wen Xu's hiding place, and Jiang Yi's palms were soaked with sweat.
Just as the bald man continued walking unsuspectingly, Jiang Yi suddenly let out a shriek.
