Li Yifei's hand loosened, and the person in his grasp suddenly fell to the ground, while Li Yifei himself turned around with difficulty, his face contorted in pain as one hand subconsciously reached behind him, seemingly to pull out the dagger.
A person slowly emerged from the shadows of the bar, over six feet tall, with golden hair, a muscular build, and eyes filled with a vengeful glare.
Li Yifei had seen this man before when he and Xu Shanshan went to that upscale neighborhood. He had a feeling of familiarity but couldn't quite place who he was. After the attack on him, Li Yifei suspected this man, but when he went looking, he couldn't find him at all.
"Who are you?" Li Yifei squeezed a few words through gritted teeth, his facial muscles twisting again as if he was holding on to his last breath.
