"No!" Ning Dai screamed. However, she was too far away to stop him. Her pupils constricted.
Mo Chen, who was standing opposite Ma Zhuang, grabbed the hilt of the dagger without thinking. "They're just using you. It's not worth it to risk your life."
He frowned and wanted to pull the dagger out. However, Ma Zhuang smiled strangely and pulled his hand into his embrace.
Pfft.
The sharp dagger pierced deeply into Ma Zhuang's heart. Bright red blood flowed out from the blade and dyed the ground under his feet red. His head drooped weakly as well.
Ning Dai got out of the car and carefully checked Ma Zhuang's heart. Then, she sighed. "The dagger pierced through his heart. It's hopeless. Let's send him to the hospital. They might be able to do something."
She was in a bad mood.
