Xiaonian and Shuiling, hearing the noise, immediately jumped back and watched as the pot struck by the dagger fell to the ground with a loud crash, and in a moment, a fierce fire blazed up.
"Damn, there's a fire," a nearby vendor shouted.
"Put it out."
For a moment, the nearby vendors all rushed over to put out the fire. Fortunately, the fire was not out of control and was soon extinguished, leaving a plume of thick smoke at the site.
"What just happened?" Lan Shuixian was still confused, "Where did that dagger come from? Damn, is someone so jealous of my business success that they want me dead?"
Xiaonian picked up the dagger and glanced at it, a very ordinary dagger, sharp and compact.
"In broad daylight, is there no law anymore?" Shuiling was furious, "I'm calling my brother to handle this."