Little Knife's hand suddenly loosened, and he fell backward, going down with a smack—Wang Dafa crashed to the ground.
"Cough cough..."
He coughed desperately.
At that moment, Little Knife felt a long spear whizzing over his head from above.
Clang!
The sound rang out as it plunged directly into the back wall; the spear tip penetrated the blue brick, lodging deep inside.
Little Knife's gaze sharpened as he looked toward the door and saw Chen Jie.
With a swish, a one-foot-long saber, thin as cicada's wing, suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he thrust it straight toward Wang Dafa nearby.
Since faking a suicide was no longer viable, he had to take action—killing him would at least mean less trouble.
Saying this, he plunged the saber straight toward Wang Dafa's throat.
Just as Wang Dafa was about to die, Chen Jie saw what was happening, lunged forward, grabbed Wang Dafa's leg, and swung him out of the house with his whole body.
Zhou Chu immediately caught him.
Scrape!
