That soldier, fierce as he was, could not break free as his right fist was caught, but his left hand suddenly whipped out a dagger and violently stabbed towards Li Yifei's abdomen. This move, though a sneak attack, would be perfect if successful. Even if it failed, he believed it would at least force his opponent to dodge, allowing him to escape.
Yet, he still hadn't truly realized the gap between him and Li Yifei, a gap that no weapon could bridge.
Li Yifei remained immobile, his stance unchanged. With just a slight exertion of strength in his hand, the soldier's body uncontrollably turned half-circle, his dagger now stabbing into a wardrobe beside him with a thud.
Then, Li Yifei exerted force in his palm, and the soldier felt a sharp pain in his own palm, along with a sound of bone fracturing that only he could perceive. He knew his hand was now useless.
Only then did Li Yifei release the soldier and said coldly, "Call Yan Changshun."
