Fallen into a trap?
Upon hearing the words from the man with the scarred face, White Mitchell seemed to pay no mind. Suddenly, he turned around, the dagger in his hand shooting out.
At that moment, there was no one behind White Mitchell, his strike seeming to puncture the air itself.
However, just as the dagger flew out, the figure of the scarred-faced man suddenly appeared in the trajectory of the dagger,
Whoosh!
In an instant, the dagger sped past, causing a spray of blood to rise in a place that was previously empty.
Blood, drawn in a beautiful arc, instantly dyed the surrounding grass and trees red.
"How...how...how did you do that, I clearly…" The scarred-faced man clutched his neck frantically, his eyes wide open, staring at White Mitchell in disbelief.
At this moment, apart from despair in the scarred-faced man's eyes, the remaining expression was one of disbelief.
Clearly, he had not expected that his infallible move would fail.