Xia Jinyuan, who was wearing a baseball cap, sat lazily on the wooden sofa. His slender fingers kept playing with the dagger. Sometimes, he would throw the dagger and catch it. Sometimes, he would use his two fingers to hold the sharp dagger and swing it. Wang Gui only saw that the knife was like a piece of paper in his hands. It couldn't hurt him at all.
"Don't swear. If I want to kill you now, I just need to raise my hand. Do you believe me or not?" According to the tracking on the phone, Xia Jinyuan brought his comrades and went straight to Wang Gui's house. Xia Jinyuan was from the Special Forces, so he had his ways to open the suspect's mouth.
As he spoke, the dagger in his hand flew towards Wang Gui's head.
"Ah!"
