The young man's platinum necklace, tangled into a ball, fell to the ground.
A faint trace of blood appeared on the right side of his neck.
With just a little more depth, Bai Yang's blade could have cut through the young man's carotid artery.
Bai Yang's knife was so precise it was as if it had been measured with a ruler, both cruel and accurate.
The struggle for power within the underworld is covert and understated.
Even when it comes to actual fighting, methods like assassination and sniping are mostly used.
Therefore, swordsmen like Bai Yang are the most terrifying powerhouses in the underworld.
Bai Yang's strike was a barefaced threat and killing intent.
The young man instantly went soft; however tough he was, he couldn't be tougher than a knife.
Especially Bai Yang's knife.
Touching the blood on his throat, he smirked viciously.
"Alright, I concede."
The young man, followed by seven or eight hoodlums, knelt before Yang Fei.
