C122 He Still Ran(1)

Xiao Yong swiftly tucked away the stewed meat in his left hand and hurled the wine jar forward.

The jar intercepted a small knife, shattering and spilling wine as it deflected the blade. The stealthy attack from the man with small eyes was thwarted. Xiao Yong had anticipated the feigned punch and the genuine knife thrust. He hadn't expected his opponent to be a master of hidden weapons