The Scorpion didn't take Chen Yang seriously at all. In his view, this Asian man from some unknown country would soon be a dead man, and a very miserable one at that.
When Chen Yang heard the Scorpion say he would become a dead man, he nodded solemnly, "Hearing you say that, I'm really scared."
"Hmph, being scared now is too late."
With a cold snort, the Scorpion swiftly drew a knife from his waist.
It was called a knife, but it actually resembled a blade more, thin and without a handle, just the end wrapped in white cloth. The blade was coated with a layer of black liquid, obviously poisoned.
Seeing the Scorpion was about to make his move, Mueller, although he believed there was no need for him to take action, still took out a pair of knuckledusters studded with steel spikes, ready to support at any moment.
Chen Yang stepped forward and turned back to smile at Kara, "Take a break, let me protect you today."
"I'm just..."
