"Did you understand? Do you know why we were able to coordinate so perfectly?" Zhou Fan ignored Vatican's complaints and barbs. After slitting the middle-aged man's throat with his dagger, he turned to face Zhou Huang.
"Because you're stronger than me?" Zhou Huang asked, confused. She suddenly pointed behind Zhou Fan, where two men were charging at them. "Watch out!"
But Zhou Fan didn't even glance back. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger twirled. He spun around, his left hand clamping down on one man's wrist while the dagger in his right hand plunged effortlessly into his carotid artery. Without pausing, Zhou Fan swung his arm, pulling the blade free in a spray of blood and, in the next second, sliding it across the other attacker's throat.
