Shi Yan's reaction time was probably only 0.01 second. The elevator was still in operation, and he didn't even have the chance to escape.
He made a snap decision, threw the hairband in his hand to the ground, and cursed:
"This piece of junk!"
The deer horn hairband was heavily smashed onto the ground. Shi Yan hadn't yet felt the pain from the stab wound on his abdomen, torn open by his drastic movement, when he saw the green-glowing deer horn hairband bounce toward Long Xiliang's feet.
The green light shone on Long Xiliang's pitch-black leather shoes, which reflected a bluish-green light.
Shi Yan stood by, swallowed hard and froze.
Now if he pressed the "emergency call" button in the elevator, would he still have an intact body by the time the building's security arrived?
Long Xiliang bent down slightly, his long arm stretched out, and he picked up the green light-emitting deer horn hairband at his feet.
