Marcus almost used all his strength to pull the knife out of Michael's palm. However, the knife didn't seem to be held by flesh and blood at all. Instead, it seemed to be embedded in steel and cement. No matter how hard he tried, the knife was still held in Michael's hand.
"What... what's going on?"
The ferocious smile on Marcus's face became uncertain.
The next moment, he was so shocked that his eyeballs almost fell out.
As Michael exerted force with his right hand, the knife made a slight cracking sound, as if it was groaning in pain. The sharp blade was actually rolled up!
In an instant, the blade was held like a rope by Michael!
"Gulp!" Marcus looked at the scene and swallowed his saliva. He was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating. He almost suspected that he was dreaming.
"What did he mean by that? Do you know him?"