"You!" Yang Zhuo clenched his fists, rooted to the spot.
At the critical moment, the partner he'd been with for three years had actually betrayed him!
'So the boat of friendship sinks that easily, huh?'
Jiang Xinghai continued to tap his dagger as he turned his gaze to Yang Zhuo.
As for the guy in the number 7 basketball jersey, the one with a cigarette burn between his eyebrows, he too was rooted to the spot.
Meanwhile, many of the students passing by had stopped to watch from the sidelines.
"I'll ask, you'll answer. Don't say anything extra, and you might just live."
Just then, Jiang Xinghai slowly moved the dagger from the cheek of the guy in the number 3 jersey to his neck.
"Understood, understood." The guy in the number 3 jersey didn't dare to question anything.
The cold dagger tapping against his neck nearly made him piss his pants.
"Why did you come looking for trouble with me?" Jiang Xinghai asked coldly.
"It's because…"
