Capítulo 681: Chapter 683: The Knife was Held to Her Neck
As she watched with intense excitent, a sharp swoosh suddenly erupted.
A keen Flying Knife hurtled toward her, and Su Yan’s spirit chilled.
Her head tilted back just in ti as the knife narrowly missed her forehead, shaving off a strand of her hair before burying itself into the sturdy wall.
Before she could catch her breath, a second Flying Knife was already on its way.
This ti, she reacted swiftly, planting one hand on the tempered glass tabletop and flipping skillfully over; she dodged the Flying Knife while her feet were still in the air, throwing the remote control at the person.
The person brushed off the remote control and, like a phantom, flipped down from the staircase, closing in on her.
Su Yan could see nothing clearly, only managing to spot a dark figure rushing toward her, and she instinctively kicked out.
Her ankle was caught, and a flash of surprise crossed her eyes; her other foot kicked out toward the person’s abdon.
The grasp on her foot was released, and the person staggered back a few steps before charging at her again.
Su Yan flipped mid-air, her hand reaching for the fruit knife on the table and slashing horizontally at the approaching figure.
The person bent backwards at a ninety-degree angle to dodge the knife.
As he straightened up, his hand swiftly caught Su Yan’s wrist holding the fruit knife, twisting hard—pain shot through her wrist, and the fruit knife fell.
The person kicked up the falling fruit knife with one foot and caught it with the other hand, placing the knife at her neck just as Su Yan was about to resist.
Suddenly, all of Su Yan’s movents stopped.
She looked down to see the brightly gleaming, razor-sharp fruit knife positioned at her throat, less than half an inch away.
She could even feel the icy chill of the blade.
“The old man’s disciple is nothing special after all,” a deep and pleasant voice sounded by her ear.
The voice was not frivolous; instead, it carried a dangerous, bone-chilling authority.
Judging by the voice, the attacker seed to be in his twenties or thirties, but he felt as dangerous as a sleek leopard.
It made every single hair on Su Yan’s body stand on end in terror.
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