"Dan Hanxi, don't think you can make me take the blame!" Dan Yi stormed forward, reaching out to haul Dan Hanxi up from the ground.
Just as his hand touched Dan Hanxi's collar, a fruit knife was suddenly thrust into his hand.
Dan Hanxi moved swiftly, so swiftly that Dan Yi had no time to react.
Grasping his opponent's hand, he forcefully stabbed it into his own arm.
"Ah—"
The knife rose and fell, splattering Dan Yi's face with blood.
"Bang—"
The blood-stained knife clattered onto the ground, and Dan Yi stared in disbelief at Dan Hanxi who had fallen to the floor.
"Help...someone..."
Dan Hanxi clutched at the wound on his arm, his legs unable to walk, crawling towards the bedroom door.
With his movements, the blood from the wound on his arm flowed even faster.
A long trail of blood was left on the ground, increasingly shocking.
"Mr. Xi!"
