"Phew!"
The moment Li Xiaobao released him, his legs went weak, and he felt a sudden sensation of being reborn, leaning against the wall and gasping heavily.
The dagger that had been on his chest had already fallen to the ground, and the wound on his chest continued to bleed profusely, but he didn't care about any of that anymore.
Because he felt that the moment Li Xiaobao let him go, he had been reborn.
"Dai Zhen!"
After washing his hands, Li Xiaobao shook them off lightly and walked to the door, snorting coldly, which startled the man.
Watching Li Xiaobao's retreating figure, the man was stunned again. From Li Xiaobao's earlier remark, he sensed not anger or dissatisfaction, but a thick disdain.
Yes, disdain!
This meant that if Li Xiaobao wanted to kill Dai Zhen, it would be no different from crushing an ant; this was what he deduced from Li Xiaobao's tone.