As long as the dagger grazes the neck, death is certain, and the wound is very small but very deep, a single stroke cuts the throat deeply.
At the same time, Lucas Knight's large hand directly caught her dagger, then twisted her hand and pressed it back to her chest.
"Nice technique—" he curved his lips, "it's just a pity, in this world, if I don't allow it, no one can harm me."
Eva Nightingale: "Really?!"
This man was really impressive, he could block her dagger, and with bare hands too.
He nodded, confirming: "Not that there aren't any, it's just that in this world... only my woman has the qualification to hurt me."
The implication was that she didn't have the qualification.
She chuckled softly, "Heh. President, don't you have enough women? There are so many beautiful women in your harem, who knows how many times you've pampered them—" Why keep it from her, she knows, she knows.
Just a stranger, why would she care?!
