"Damn Mosquito...you've become much more handsome than before..." Chen Yan said with a hearty laugh, punching him lightly on the chest. Among old friends, no meeting was complete without a little roughhousing. This punch was packed solid; Zhang Ziwen grimaced and took in a sharp breath. The guy wasn't pulling his punches.
"You brought a knife?" Zhang Ziwen stared at him. There was no time for chit-chat.
"What?" Chen Yan noticed something was off from his gaze and simultaneously spotted something suspicious 20 meters away.
"Damn it, do you have a knife? Quickly pull it out." Zhang Ziwen's voice was low and hurried.
Without hesitation, Chen Yan flicked his wrist and an icy glint came from his sleeve, revealing a slightly curved M.O.D Master Defense knife, made in the United States. With one look, Zhang Ziwen knew it was a specialized tactical knife. He mentally cursed, this guy was too professional. Wouldn't a regular knife just be fine? Damn.
