The assassin's face showed a touch of fear.
Such a sharp dagger, unexpectedly unable to pierce Yang Qi's skin.
"Heh, do you think you can act here and I won't be able to handle you? To deal with trash like you, what moves do I even need?"
Yang Qi suddenly turned around, let out a cold laugh, and grabbed the assassin's arm.
The assassin was terrified and incredulous.
This dagger was no ordinary dagger; it was a blade forged through a thousand trials.
However, the assassin's response was quick.
The dagger was released directly, falling into the other hand, but instead of attacking, he decisively severed his own arm.
Like a lizard shedding its tail, he instantly vanished into the crowd.
Yang Qi smiled, "Really a ruthless one, cutting off an arm to escape so decisively. But can those marked by me really escape?"
He also plunged into the crowd.
In a dead-end alley, Yang Qi cornered the assassin.
"Seems you're unfamiliar with Sea City, yet you came to kill me?"
