"Hide!" Haizi shouted as soon as he met.

Si Wenbing did not hide, clasping his opponent's wrist at the moment his fist hit him, pulling a knife out of the wall quickly with the other hand, and turning over to overthrow him on the ground. The knife fell just between his five fingers.

"Just this hand?"

The man was frightened by a cold sweat, and the dislocated arm felt uncomfortable, so he had to bite his teeth and brace hard.

"Oh? Is that the other hand?"

Haizi rushed up and pressed him when he knew that Si Wenbing was real. "I'm fine, don't hurt anybody."

Sven Bing looked cold as...