"Mr. Ye, be careful!" Rashamon's grab came with a gust of wind, startling Iron Hand into shouting.
Ye Guichen didn't even turn his head, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth, and he said indifferently, "You don't know life from death."
Just as Rashamon's hand was about to grab Ye Guichen's shoulder, Ye Guichen's figure flickered.
Rashamon's grab directly clutched empty air.
"Huh?" Rashamon was momentarily stunned, completely unprepared for missing his target.
However, Rashamon was still a supreme assassin, hesitating for less than 0.01 seconds before changing the direction of his claws, aiming straight for Ye Guichen's throat.
If this claw even grazed Ye Guichen's neck, it would certainly slice his throat like a razor.
Ye Guichen naturally felt the killing intent in Rashamon's moves, coldly snorted, and suddenly struck a punch at Rashamon's wrist.
Crack!
Accompanied by a dull thud.
