Seeming to guess what Su Chen wanted to do, Hei Die turned her wrist and a small curved knife appeared in her hand, preparing to slice her own neck.
"Thinking of suicide? Did you ask me first?" Su Chen disdainfully shook his head.
At the same time, with a flick of his hand, several silver needles flew out.
Then Hei Die found that her body seemed unable to move at all.
The dagger in her hand was just a few centimeters away from her neck; a light slash would end her life.
But those few centimeters felt like an insurmountable gulf.
Her legs felt as if they were encased in cement on the ground, incapable of moving.
A mocking curve formed at the corner of Su Chen's mouth as he tossed the Nightfall dagger in his hand.
The Nightfall dagger traced an arc through the air and with a 'pu' sound, it sliced through the steel pipe that had impaled number three from behind.
Number three's body immediately fell from the air.
The section of the steel pipe was still attached to his body.
