Night.
Liu Yaoguo, unable to bear his thirst, climbed out of bed and went to the living room to find some water to drink.
He had spent the earlier part of the night discussing business with some brothers, drinking too much, and was still groggy, finding it difficult to stand steadily.
Just as he picked up the cup on the table and was about to take a big gulp, someone hit him hard on the back of his neck.
The person seemed to be prepared, covering his mouth the instant they attacked, so that when he fell to the ground, he did not make any extra sound.
"Don't move."
A cold blade pressed against his neck, waking Liu Yaoguo up considerably from his drunken stupor.
The person behind him was pressing a knee against his neck and whispered softly,
"I just need to apply a little force, and I could sever your carotid artery, then I would crush both your hands, making it impossible for you to hold your neck."
