Xiao Xueyin's eyes narrowed. He didn't know the man at the elevator door, but someone waiting for the elevator at this hour was likely a Death Fighter.
He decisively decided to strike first.
Without a word, he swung the short knife in his hand directly at the man's head.
Clang~
Chang Hu raised his left hand and caught the blade of the short knife.
Seeing this, Xiao Xueyin's pupils narrowed, and a strong sense of unease surged within him.
He exerted force with his arm, trying to pull the knife out, but the short knife gripped by a fleshly hand didn't budge.
Such strength!
Without hesitation, Xiao Xueyin let go of the knife and kicked Chang Hu in the abdomen.
Chang Hu stepped back half a step, using a monkey-fetching-the-moon-like move with his right hand to precisely grab Xiao Xueyin's ankle and then yanked him out of the elevator.
Bam!
His back hit the ground hard, causing Xiao Xueyin to retch slightly.
"Quick reflexes, huh."
