The figure moved with exceptional agility, the blade nearly in front of his eyes, Fu Chi's gaze suddenly darkened and he pushed Jiang Ruan aside, grabbing the man's wrist with incredible speed.
The blade was barely two centimeters from his eyes.
Yet, there was no flicker of emotion on his face.
The man in front of him wore a black cap, its visor pulled low, making it impossible to see his face. He hadn't expected Fu Chi to be as agile as he was, and without hesitation he threw a kick.
The space was so cramped that there was hardly any room to maneuver.
As the man launched his attack, Fu Chi reacted incredibly fast, gripping the man's wrist bone and twisting, causing the man to grimace in pain, loosening his grip on the dagger in his hand. Without changing his expression, Fu Chi snatched the dagger and swiftly, accurately, and cruelly stabbed towards the man's leg.
His viciousness was chilling.