The bodyguard standing at the front wore an extremely pained expression, screaming while clutching his blood-soaked hand.
At this moment, a chilling coldness appeared on Su Ming's face as he pulled a tissue from his pocket to wipe the blood off the knife.
The bodyguard behind him shivered involuntarily, as if plunged into an ice cellar.
Because at this moment, Su Ming looked absolutely terrifying.
He dared not step forward, unwilling to engage in a deadly struggle with someone who would pull a knife at the slightest provocation.
As the saying goes, no matter how skilled you are, you still fear the butcher's knife.
Even with their bare hands, no matter how tall or strong they were.
Under the cold gleam of Su Ming's knife, they were like fish on a chopping board, left at his mercy.
Seeing the bodyguard behind him hesitate to come forward, Su Ming turned his head, casting a chilling gaze toward Wu Rong.
