Wang Jian Country grew pale at the sight. He immediately drew the gleaming fruit knife from his waist and pointed it at the frenzied crowd. "If any of you dare to take a single step forward, I'll gut you!" he roared hoarsely. "The blade goes in clean, and it comes out bloody!"
Wang Jian Country originally thought drawing his weapon would intimidate the starving mob. To his surprise, the crowd suddenly pulled out their own gleaming knives. A dozen sharp blades flashed with a sinister, cold light in the corridor. Most of the knife-wielders were men, and they all glared at Wang Jian Country with the eyes of ravenous wolves.
"Wang Jian Country, did you think you were the only one carrying a blade? We brought ours too!"
"You think a whole group of us can't take down one guy? Stop trying to be a hero. Take us to your place and hand over all the hoarded supplies so we can split them!"
The frenzied crowd shouted at Wang Jian Country, pointing their dozen gleaming knives straight at him.
