Feng Sheng glared coldly at Jiang Haifeng, who was lying on the ground.
Then, his gaze returned to Luo Yangyang, who was in his arms.
Looking at her swollen face and the way she nestled in his arms, Feng Sheng's cold eyes darkened when he thought of her bloodstained shoulder.
He was still standing in front of the bed. From the corner of his eye, he saw the blood-stained dagger on the old bed.
Without even thinking, he raised his long and powerful leg and kicked the dagger with the tip of his shiny black leather shoe.
The dagger flew out of the bed as fast as an arrow.
The sharp, blood-stained dagger cut through the air. Just as a drop of blood was about to fall from the blade, the tip of the dagger ruthlessly and accurately stabbed into Jiang Haifeng's left eye.
" Ah!" A blood-curdling scream rang out, as if it was about to break through the ceiling.