"Hmm…"

Fang Qiu gave a snort of contempt.

He grabbed the Third's shoulder in a flash.

"Get your hand off me!"

Shouted the Third, alarmed. Facing Fang Qiu with his back, he wielded his right arm and a cold beam of light glittered in his hand.

It was a flick knife.

Fang Qiu turned sideways to dodge the flick knife while pulling with his right arm to drag him down to the ground. He then quickly grabbed the ...