Just when things were hanging by a thread, Wu Xiaoshan suddenly yanked the hem of his shirt.
As the Flying Knife passed through the fabric, it was dragged a few centimeters forward.
The altered trajectory of the Flying Knife allowed it to whizz past his belly.
"Kid, I've got plenty of Flying Knives here!"
The fat man clearly hadn't expected his sneak attack with the Flying Knife to fail.
Enraged, he bellowed and flipped his hands in succession, sending four Flying Knives toward Wu Xiaoshan from different angles.
Damn it, they are treating the Young Master like a live target.
At this rate, the Young Master was being too passive.
Wu Xiaoshan was particularly disgruntled, but he had no solution at hand.
Seeing the four Flying Knives approaching rapidly, Wu Xiaoshan could only somersault backward.
His body skimmed the ground, narrowly avoiding the Flying Knives.
After dodging the knives, Wu Xiaoshan propped himself up with his hands and instantly flipped back onto his feet.