"Fun, huh? Then play!"
Diwu Ming kicked off her high heels, stretching her long, fair legs out in front of Yang Fan. Her bare, creamy feet rested on Yang Fan's legs.
Her action instantly tensed all the nerves in Yang Fan's body.
He just wanted to examine the small knives, not to play with Diwu Ming's legs.
Moreover, following the direction of her thigh, he could barely make out a hint of something intimate, seemingly red.
A little glimpse of the edge had leaked out.
Yang Fan carefully opened the knife pouch hanging on Diwu Ming's thigh and pulled out a small knife.
Just as he had imagined, it was incredibly sharp.
This knife, with one slice, should easily separate someone's neck.
Indeed, she lived up to being a woman of the underworld.
"You just want to play with the knife?" Diwu Ming asked with a smirk.
