He didn't have much time to think, just as he had dealt with one bullet, the knife plunged fiercely into his body.
"Ah." The man was not one with much spine, Mo Kuang's limbs were all disabled, and yet he hadn't even whimpered, but when the man was stabbed, he screamed as if he were about to die. The fruit knife was short in length, and because he had shifted in time, it hadn't hit any vital spots, yet he wailed as if at a funeral.
The man's piercing shriek startled Ye Xiu, causing him to tremble as his face darkened. Was this really a man? Even he wouldn't react like that.
The man had never been one to endure hardship, accustomed to luxury and privilege. Suffering this injury, he had no mind to care about anything else, his face ghostly pale and his hands shaking as he tried to cover the wound. But with the knife handle there, he dared not touch it and just kept howling in pain.
