Body to one side, head turned, Yang Yi had moved behind the man who was kicking at him.
Yang Yi's hand reached out instinctively to encircle the man's neck, and then, just as instinctively, he drew his knife and pressed it against the man's throat.
His left hand yanked backward forcefully while his right hand, holding the knife, slid across.
As the knife had cut halfway through the neck, Yang Yi finally remembered that he needed to capture someone alive, but although his right hand hesitated, the arc of blood had already spurted from the man's neck, and the knife in Yang Yi's slightly pausing hand continued its trajectory to the end.
It really was an automatic response, a subconscious slit of the throat.
Yang Yi's face was expressionless as he slit a person's throat, and at that moment, the assassin holding the woman made eye contact with him.
The killer released the woman in shock and let out a loud yell, and as he was about to kick, Kate also let out a roar.
