Chapter 347: Chen Shiyu's Request_1

"Damn it, what the hell is this?"

The middle-aged driver's face paled; his mind was completely baffled. How could a normal person pinch a knife between two fingers? Could it be that this guy practiced Two Finger Zen?

His desire rapidly faded like the tide, replaced by intense fear. If his strength was not even a match for the opponent's two fingers, how could he continue fighting?

With that thought, the driver clenched his teeth and bellowed, "Go to hell," trying to muster his courage before turning tail and fleeing in absolute disarray, his speed suggesting a youthful past in training.

However, Xu Fan would not let him get away so easily.

He glanced at the driver fleeing in panic, smiled coldly, and tossed the knife into the air. When it fell back down, he flicked it with his finger as if he were flicking a small pebble, and the knife swiftly shot through the air.

"Whoosh!"

Two seconds later, the knife flew through the air and struck the driver.