Taking advantage of the moment when no one was paying attention to him, he moved a little step at a time, trying to retreat into the alley beside him to escape.
Just a few steps away, and he would retreat into the alley, seizing the opportunity to slip away. He was thrilled, thinking he could escape silently, so he secretly turned around and was about to step away and flee.
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his neck...
A cold, hard object pressed against him.
Zhang San was also a martial artist and immediately knew it was a sharp weapon. He dared not move, fearing he would meet the same fate as the dwarf and die in an instant. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but dying like this was too meaningless. The Prime Minister had ruined his family, and he had yet to avenge the loss of his wife and the death of his son. To die in such a way would be too unjust.
"Master, Master, spare me! I'm innocent."
"Turn around."