Pa!
A clear sound echoed through the alley.
The movements of the five people all halted.
Hirayama Shin'ichi was particularly stunned on the spot.
Stunned for a moment, the color of Hirayama Shin'ichi's face changed almost at the same speed as his cheek swelled, turning from red to blue, and from blue to purple, finally almost exploding in anger, he roared, "Bastard! Fuck! You dare hit me! You dare hit me! I'll kill you!"
Hirayama Shin'ichi, furious, his silhouette flickering, moved like a ghost beside Yang Chen, his dagger's cold light tracing silvery marks, resembling those handheld fireworks sticks children play with, looking quite splendid.
But only those who truly understood knew how dangerous this seemingly splendid silver light truly was!
Almost as fast as lightning!
Yet, Yang Chen's silhouette danced lightly amidst this lightning-like silver light, and Hirayama Shin'ichi's dagger couldn't even scratch Yang Chen's hair!
