The World's No.1 Blade

After smoking a cigarette, the man put out the butt in the flower pot next to him and stood up.

He turned on the light.

A 30-year-old man with a hood, wearing ripped jeans, a scruffy beard, and a gloomy face appeared under the light.

Taking off his shabby clothes, the man put on a suit, went to the mirror, and combed a neat hairstyle for himself, applying hair gel.

Then, he took a razor and shaved off his beard, wiping his face with a towel.

Aside from his dead fish eyes, he had completely transformed into a proper young man, ready to hit the town.

Rummaging through his room, he found a pair of contact lenses and put them on, trying to open his eyes wide.

Now, he looked like a completely different person.

Looking in the mirror again, the man murmured, "This should be fine."

Abandoning the mirror, he habitually wanted to put his hands in his pockets but stopped in time, grabbing a briefcase instead.

He opened the door, hailed a taxi, and went to East Village.

When getting out of the car, he shared a laugh with the female driver, causing her heartbeat to speed up slightly.

Refusing the female driver's request to add him on social media, the man turned away.

He sneered. People getting attracted to someone just because of their suit, how superficial.

There was no other way; humans were such creatures, and he could only adapt.

Arriving at the school gate, he was stopped by two security guards.

"The principal is my mother; I came to deliver some documents to her." The man said with a smile, taking out a photo and an ID card, "Here's a picture of me with my mom, and my ID card is here, too."

Seeing the security guards let down their guard, the man laughed coldly.

How foolish and easily deceived they were.

However, the two security guards did not let him in immediately.

"We'll call the principal first." Although the guards believed him, they still had to follow the procedure.

Normally, at a school like this, they would not only let him in but also greet him politely, the man thought.

He couldn't let the guards make the call; once they did, his whereabouts would be exposed.

Despite the imminent danger, the man remained calm; he had experienced such crises before.

He told the two security guards, "My mom should be napping now, and she gets cranky when she's woken up. When you call, remember not to babble."

He was lying, but the guards didn't know. Would they risk offending the principal by making the call?

The man showed a confident smile.

The two security guards hesitated for a moment, "We still have to follow the rules."

Would they still want to call even in this situation?

The man thought for two seconds; the guard had already picked up the phone and started dialing.

Realizing that he couldn't enter the school in a legitimate way, he decided to force his way in. With the large campus, how could they possibly find him?

As soon as the guard's call went through, the man seized the opportunity and bolted.

The wind whistled past his ears.

He enjoyed the feeling of running, and every time he did, the screams of his victims would follow. The screams were both their fear and praise for him.

He wasn't afraid of getting caught because he was fast enough.

As long as I run fast enough, the security guards won't be able to catch me!

After enjoying the howling wind for five seconds, the man felt a huge force coming from behind, pushing him to the ground.

"Don't move!" A young security guard he didn't recognize pressed on him.

Behind him, the two security guards he had been talking to ran over. They spoke with the young security guard, "Luckily Xiao Lin was here."

Then, they looked at the man mockingly, "Xiao Lin is a retired sprinter, keep running!"

Damn, showing off in front of an expert.

The man took note of his mistake but remained calm.

Not only was he fast, but he was also good at fighting. On the three nearby streets, who didn't know he was a ruthless guy, able to skillfully wield a butterfly knife.

When the sprinter security guard held him down, he didn't struggle hard, in order to lower the guard's vigilance. Now, he has achieved his goal, and the sprinter security guard was not holding him down with any force.

With a struggle, the man broke free from the sprinter security guard's grip and pulled out a knife from his waist.

Seeing the shocked expressions on the faces of the three security guards, the man revealed a cunning smile.

In his mind, with a few swings, the three security guards would be frightened and let him enter the school.

However, he saw that the sprinter security guard had retreated, but the other two security guards rushed towards him.

No fear!

The man originally didn't want to draw blood, but now it seemed necessary.

He roared to deter them and waved the knife in his hand.

Then, everything spun around, and he fell to the ground.

Who am I? Where am I?

Looking at the two security guards holding him down, the man appeared dazed.

"Idiot." One of the security guards slapped his face, "Do you know who I am? A retired special forces soldier!"

The security guard pointed to the other guard, "Do you know who he is? A retired armed police officer!"

The man looked at the young sprinter security guard again and couldn't help but curse, "Why did you guys become security guards of all things?"

"Idiot, do you know where this is? This is Dongzhi Township! A monthly salary of 20,000, five insurances, a pension, holidays, and a bonus if injured on the job!"

The three security guards took the man to the security room and called the police.

The man still remained calm, as he had a backup plan.

While the security guards were calling the police, four outsiders burst into the security room.

The man managed to escape, but his four brothers didn't make it out.

Looking back at the four pinned to the ground and glancing at the Dongzhi Township sign, the man realized that this was a place he couldn't mess with.

Hiding in a nearby bush, the man avoided the pursuing security guards.

After the guards left, he lay low for another hour, only standing up when he was sure it was safe.

He exhaled a breath, not despairing.

He just wanted to make An Siyao, who cheated his ATM, think twice before continuing to deceive his ATM. There was no need to go inside Dongzhi Township.

He went back to change his clothes, raised his hairline by five centimeters, disguised himself as a prematurely bald successful businessman, drove his car, and returned to Dongzhi Township.

He sat in the car, pretending to wait for someone, while actually, he was waiting for someone.

He knew what An Siyao looked like, as there were pictures of her on the forum.

In the middle, the security guard came over for a look, saw his outstanding hairline, as well as the million-dollar luxury car, but couldn't recognize him.

The man was originally unwilling to drive his luxury car here, and the reason he had a falling out with the principal this time was because of this three-million-dollar car.

It wasn't until four in the afternoon that he saw An Siyu.

He approached An Siyu.

"You're An Siyao, right? Let's talk on the side." He put his hand in his pocket, holding his famous butterfly knife.

Xia Yu glanced at him and understood his identity through telepathic perception.

He turned around, and in a blind spot that the man couldn't see, he gestured to the maid who had driven over to pick him up because the driver was on a business trip, indicating there was no problem.

Following the man, Xia Yu came to a corner.

"I'm your principal's son, you understand now, don't you?" The man stared into Xia Yu's eyes with a ferocious gaze.

Xia Yu looked at him with interest, as a security guard had already circled around behind him by the time the man got out of the car, and if not for Xia Yu's cooperation, he would have been subdued by the guard.

Although the security guard didn't recognize him, seeing him waiting at the door for so long had aroused suspicion.

Did he really think that the defense force of a noble school was the same as that of an ordinary school?

No wonder the danger he sensed was only at the level of an elementary school student, it turned out that an idiot had come.

To Xia Yu's silence, the man felt it was normal. When he went to an ordinary school to threaten students, those students wouldn't dare to speak either.

He felt a sense of security in his heart, and the failure at noon was indeed an exception.

Taking out his famous butterfly knife, the man swung it around and opened it.

The circle just now was already somewhat flashy, but he had to show an even more magnificent performance next. He first used the blade to gently scratch his arm, leaving a shallow cut to prove it was a real knife, and then began spinning the knife in his hand.

The butterfly knife could be considered a dangerous sport, and looking at the video of the opened butterfly knife, one could definitely see the following comments or bullet screens:

Before my fingers were gone, I played with it like that too.

Xia Yu watched the man's movements, the butterfly knife flipping and flying between his fingers, which indeed seemed very flashy and frightening to ordinary people.

But for Xia Yu, who had agility lv4, it was not enough to see.

After concentrating his attention, the man's movements looked like an old lady doing embroidery to him.

He stretched out his finger and poked it into the afterimage of the flipping butterfly knife.

The man was so frightened his soul nearly leapt out. He sharpened the knife very sharp for showing off, and the spinning was fast. If it cut him, although it wouldn't have taken off his finger, it would have been very serious. If it cut a piece of flesh, it would have been even worse!

Before he could react, his butterfly knife was held down, and the afterimage disappeared.

Looking at Xia Yu's finger on the back of the knife, the man felt something was wrong and swallowed his saliva.

At this moment, Xia Yu's finger moved again, and with a touch of the blade, the knife began spinning around in the man's hand once more.

The man was scared again, an injury on his own hand was worse than an injury on someone else's.

The more panicked he was, the stiffer his fingers became, and he couldn't control the butterfly knife.

However, under the flick of Xia Yu's fingers, the butterfly knife did not cut the man, but instead made two rotations and snapped together in the man's palm.

The man was stunned.

With another flick of Xia Yu's fingers, the butterfly knife was launched from the man's hand and landed in his own hand.

Watching the butterfly knife fly even faster in Xia Yu's fingers than it had in his own hand, the man silently took a step back.

Unfolding the knife, Xia Yu pressed the tip against the man's waist and asked the same question the man had just asked, "Do you understand now?"

"I understand, I understand," the man nodded obediently.

"Then go," Xia Yu closed the knife and placed it in the man's palm.

"Where to?" The man was somewhat puzzled.

"To the police station!" Two security guards grabbed him.

The security guards had arrived when the man started playing with the butterfly knife, but they waited behind Xia Yu until now because of his gesture.

Having dealt with the minor trouble, Xia Yu returned to the villa in a good mood.

In the evening, after dinner, he returned to his own body.

On the other hand, the driver was on a bus to Licheng.

He was collecting information from the conversations of other passengers.