Then, he saw Lou Yan slowly take another step, with a gentle smile on his lips, and asked him softly, "Which hand did you use to catch him just now? Left hand? Right hand? Or both?"
Jiang Jiamian's heart trembled, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.
Because Lou Yan had a smile on his face, but he was not smiling at all.
While Jiang Jiamian was frowning and not answering, Lou Yan had already gently shook his head, "It's not important."
The next moment, Jiang Jiamian was caught off and the sharp light blade flashed across his eyes.
"Ah!"
The screams resounded throughout the entire hall, the attendant's entire arm was cut off, and the warm blood spilled onto the black stone floor on the ground.
The tray in his hand naturally tilted out, and the food on the plate was scattered all over the floor.
The severe pain caused the attendant to crawl on the ground, wailing.