Long Tao's words were never finished. A glint of cold light flashed in Black Arrow's hand, and the sharp blade of the dagger sliced across his throat.
The strike was extremely fast, so fast that Long Tao didn't react at all.
Black Arrow sighed, "Blame yourself. He... is too powerful."
Scarlet blood flowed from Long Tao's neck. He stared wide-eyed in astonishment but couldn't utter a single sound, only letting the gushing blood flow freely, filled with confusion over Black Arrow's actions and a terror of impending death, awaiting its arrival.
He reached out in vain, unable to stop the blood's flow. Long Tao tried to grasp Black Arrow, his body swayed, but he collapsed onto the sofa, eyes still wide open even in death, almost popping out of their sockets.
Black Arrow gave a cold glance at Long Tao's lifeless body, shook her head with a complex expression, and then silently left, just as quietly as she had arrived. However, her heart was far from as calm as her exterior.
