Even before the man pulled out his dagger, Ye Chen had already sensed the surge of killing intent in his eyes, a trace of chill flickering within. Suddenly, with his right hand, in the midst of the man's shocked expression, he shockingly clamped the blade of the dagger between two fingers.
"How is this possible?"
Just as the dagger was about to pierce through Fang Yuqi's slender neck, the blade clamped by Ye Chen's hands was completely immobile, as though it was stuck in a giant rock. The man exerted all his strength, yet the dagger did not budge at all.
This scene, only imaginable in television dramas, was actually unfolding before his eyes—more incredible than disarming an opponent using bare hands.
Originally, the man had thought that Ye Chen was merely Fang Yuqi's colleague and had not taken him seriously. He didn't expect that just when he was about to succeed, his plans would be ruined by him.
