"Hmph!"
A glint of cold light burst forth from Xiao Zheng's eyes, and with a slight shift of his feet, he appeared beside Leng Ruobing. At that moment, the dagger already flashed its cold light, stabbing toward them.
"Let go!"
Xiao Zheng shouted coldly and, like lightning, extended his hand to snap his fingers on the assailant's wrist.
Clang!
The person only felt a severe pain in their wrist, cried out in pain, and their five fingers involuntarily sprung open. The sharp dagger immediately dropped to the ground, embedding into the stone.
The person wearing a hat showed a surprised expression in their eyes and, seeing that they had failed, turned and ran off into the distance, quite swiftly.
Leng Ruobing and Chu Xiaoran were also shocked.
Walking along this road, how could an assassin suddenly appear?
