625 Cross Fire_2

"Hello there!"

He grinned, holding the dagger, and took two long steps to arrive in front of the two bodyguards. Without hesitation, he plunged it towards one's chest with a decisiveness that exuded a terrifying ferocity.

"Thud!"

The dagger pierced skin and flesh, stained with blood, yet it didn't reach the heart. The bodyguard wasn't a slouch either. In a split second, he sidestepped, and the dagger sunk into his shoulder, blood gushing forth immediately.

"Fuck!"

Another bodyguard, with a fierce look in his eyes, exhibited outstanding professional skills. He kicked in a flash, violently striking Hei Chan in the abdomen, sending Hei Chan flying out, luckily caught by someone.

It was Sorghum.

By this time, three others had jumped down from the ventilation ducts.

Sorghum held Hei Chan with one hand and a dagger in the other, the foolishness vanishing from his sloppy face, replaced with a chilling, cruel tint.