The sharp tip of the knife easily pierced through the skin, and warm blood fell onto the cold blade, mixing red with white.
The security personnel who blocked Liu Yi didn't dare utter a word; he felt that Liu Yi might slit his throat at any moment, and he seemed to see his own veins rupturing and blood spurting out.
"Keep talking, I'm listening."
There seemed to be something imprisoned within Liu Yi's knife, something that made the soul tremble with just a touch of the blade.
With careful gestures, the security personnel's features twisted in pain, yet he managed not to make a sound.
"I used to enjoy debating with people in court, until I discovered a simpler and more effective way to argue," Liu Yi said as he tilted the knife tip up, looking at the man's face. "Do you still think you're right?"
