When Zhuo Xiangnan saw him pouncing toward the knife that had been thrown, he promptly spoke up to warn him. He even disregarded his own injuries to rush forward.
But this time, Zhuo Xiangqiao acted ahead of him, leaping forward in a swift motion.
One of his feet stomped mercilessly on the hand that Frank had extended, brutally grinding it underfoot.
Seeing the pain showing on his face, Zhuo Xiangqiao bent down and picked up the dagger that was just an inch away from his fingers.
Looking at the dagger still stained with fresh blood, a cold, menacing aura emanated from him, and as he moved, the pressure he applied with his foot increased.
However, the person trampled underfoot seemed unfazed by the pain, as Frank wore a twisted smile on his face.
With the increased pressure from Zhuo Xiangqiao's foot, Frank's smile only seemed more radiant.
"President!"
Just then, the office door was pushed open from the outside, and a few people rushed in.
