Master Zhao's expression paused, as if he hadn't anticipated such a reaction from me. His cheek twitched, and he quickly drew a knife from the pen holder.
Cheng Yu pulled me swiftly into his embrace. Although Lin Hao had people waiting downstairs, it would take time for them to rush up. If Master Zhao were to act out now, Cheng Yu and I would still be in danger.
I thought Master Zhao would strike; instead, he threw the knife onto the floor, a fierce look in his eyes, "Cheng Yu, you think you've won? Don't forget whose turf this is. Before the police get here, I can take both of you down with me."
The clink of the steel knife hitting the ground resounded, and the door behind us was suddenly flung open.
I turned around to see a group of people storming in, surrounding Cheng Yu and me in the middle.
