Zhang Shu's complexion grew increasingly pale.
She naturally understood what the man intended to do.
If the man really took a photo of her like that and then spread it out...
The consequences were unimaginable.
The dagger had reached the position of the third button.
If that button were to be undone, then...
Just when Zhang Shu felt desperate, the man's expression suddenly changed, and his hand holding a small knife quickly threw it towards the rear.
Ding!
A shower of sparks burst out in the middle of the living room.
The man immediately spun around, flipped his wrist, and another small knife appeared in his hand, which he quickly threw out.
Ding!
The small knife was embedded in the wall, penetrating more than an inch deep.
Swish swish swish!
The man continuously threw out one flying knife after another.
Ding ding ding!
A figure swiftly moved around the living room.
Several times, the figure nearly got hit by the flying knives.
