Prince Sa'er instinctively turned his head and saw a flash of cold light darting towards him in the darkness. His heart jolted, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but his body's reaction speed simply couldn't keep up.
A Flying Dagger, glinting with a cold light, pierced Sa'er's arm half a second later. The gun in his hand immediately dropped to the ground, and Sa'er staggered, staring dazedly at the dagger lodged in his wrist. Then, he cried out in pain.
The Japanese who had been watching cruelly, waiting for Li Yifei to be shot dead, panicked and rushed over, asking if Sa'er was okay.
The crowd parted, and a woman walked over slowly. She had originally run over, but after throwing the Flying Dagger and hitting Sa'er, she slowed her pace, smoothing her hair with her hand as she walked to appear more natural.
