Su Weidong stared in surprise, "Huasong, this knife is really impressive."
"Yes, those machetes just now, they crumbled like tofu upon contact with it." Mo Huasong nodded slightly. "As long as you have this Little Black Knife, you'll be able to defend yourself."
"Isn't this knife too expensive?" Su Weidong felt like he was dreaming.
First, Mo Huasong gave him a sports car worth 50 million, which he crashed. Then, Mo Huasong gave him a house, knowing full well that a hundred square meters of housing in Zhanshai City costs millions.
Now they say that the Little Black Knife is worth 10 billion, Su Weidong was starting to feel like this was something straight out of a science fiction story.
But when the Little Black Knife was casually dropped on the ground and pierced ten centimeters into the concrete, it truly became bizarre.
Now that he has such a precious knife, he will not be afraid of anyone messing with him.
