章 1181: Body Control

"Dad!" Ling Sheng shouted in fright as a cold blade flashed before her eyes.

Yan Yuanfei smirked. With a bone-chilling mockery, he looked at them as if they were ants. A sharp knife had appeared in his hand at some point in time. The tip of the knife was aimed at his heart and he stabbed himself with it.

When Huo Ci rushed forward, he slammed his shoulder against his elbow. In the next moment, he caught the knife with his bare hand. His palm was sliced open, and blood instantly flowed down. The smell of blood filled the air.

Si Chengluo's hand that was holding the gun tilted a little when Huo Ci rushed over. The bullet brushed past his hair and exploded on the opposite wall.

Yan Yuanfei lowered his gaze slightly and looked at Huo Ci with a smile. "Do you want to save him? You guys can't kill me, but I can kill him."