The onlookers watched Zheng Wei's movements, and suddenly there were screams. If Xiaobao's disposal of Zheng Wei had excited them just moments ago, the sight of Zheng Wei drawing a knife to stab at Xiaobao now filled them with horror.
After all, in most people's minds, fists can't kill, but a knife is a different story.
Xiaobao had long sensed the danger approaching from behind. He snorted coldly, and just as the dagger reached his back, he abruptly stopped, turned around, and grabbed the knife that Zheng Wei was stabbing towards him.
"No... impossible! You..."
Zheng Wei hadn't expected Xiaobao to grab his arm at the critical moment. His face instantly showed panic as he continually backed away.
"It seems the lesson I gave you just now wasn't enough!"
Xiaobao, holding one of Zheng Wei's arms, his expression turned utterly grim. With a slight exertion of force, a cracking sound was heard, and Zheng Wei's other arm was also rendered useless by Xiaobao.
"Ah!"