At the scene of the car accident, looking at the crowd lying on the ground wailing, Su Ming walked over to Xiao Huo.
"Is this all you can do? If this is all you've got, you might as well not disgrace yourself here."
Xiao Huo clenched his teeth, forced himself to stand up, and charged towards Su Ming.
He played very skillfully with the Butterfly Knife in his hand, flipping it over to stab at Su Ming.
But his movements seemed particularly slow in front of Su Ming; Su Ming simply extended two fingers and caught the Butterfly Knife.
"What?"
Seeing this, Xiao Huo showed a surprised expression on his face.
"No matter who sent you, tell the people behind you, if they're not afraid of dying, keep sending people over!"
After saying this, without waiting for Xiao Huo to speak, Su Ming kicked Xiao Huo in the stomach, sending him flying.
Then, the Butterfly Knife seemed to fly like a throwing knife, piercing through Xiao Huo's palm.
