Xu Jiao, terrified, kicked her legs forcefully and tried to move back, but how far could she go? Her back was already against the wall.
The man leading them still had long hair, dyed silver-white, with an evil smile plastered on his face.
Suddenly, he pulled out a sharp switchblade from his pocket and waved it around in his hand.
He handled it quite smoothly, as if performing a juggling act.
Zhang Xiaolan asked coldly, "Who exactly are you, and what do you want to do?"
No sooner had her words fallen than the long-haired man suddenly extended the knife to just below her nose, the blade a mere half centimeter from her mouth.
Zhang Xiaolan didn't cry out, but Xu Jiao was the first to shout, "Please, let's talk this out, don't hurt us. This is a society governed by law; if you do anything to us, you won't escape legal punishment!"
The long-haired man burst into laughter, the blade of his knife still steadied pointed right at Zhang Xiaolan's nose.
