"Whoosh!"
The switchblade sped through the air, faster than a bullet.
The onlookers had just seen Lin Yifan make his move, and then the knife was plunged into the palm of the red-haired youth, instantly provoking a terrible scream from him.
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
The blade passed through the palm, dripping blood, a gruesome sight. If that wasn't painful, nothing was.
Everyone was terrified by Lin Yifan's ruthlessness; the man who appeared gentle was far from gentle, his ferocity surpassed that of petty street thugs.
After stabbing the red-haired youth, Lin Yifan walked up to him, squatted down, and curiously asked, "Where is your gang's hideout? I'd like to pay a visit."
"Gasp!"
The crowd was shocked, inhaling sharply. It took a lot of guts to say those words!
Everyone knew that his gang was a group of ruthless killers who didn't even fear the police; going there alone was undoubtedly a suicide mission.
They truly admired Lin Yifan's courage; they themselves could never do that.
