Although Xu Ke's face bore a smile, Brother Qian felt that Xu Ke was more dangerous at this moment than ever.
Brother Qian gritted his teeth, his eyes darkened instantly, and the next moment he thrust the knife towards Xu Ke, convinced that striking first would give him the upper hand. Xu Ke hadn't expected him to attack suddenly, so he would definitely get injured. He stared fiercely at Xu Ke, but the next moment he was disappointed.
Xu Ke remained firmly seated on the sofa, while Brother Qian was sent flying backward, only stopping when he slammed hard against the wall.
Seeing Brother Qian's incredulous expression, Xu Ke smiled again, "I don't know who gave you the illusion that holding a weapon makes you capable of defeating me." Xu Ke shook his head, his eyes mocking as he looked at Brother Qian, "Don't even mention the knife you brought today, even if you had brought a gun, you wouldn't defeat me because you are simply too weak."
