C228 Terminating Lu Yan
In a split second, a streak of silver light glinted in Zhang Zhen's hand.
* Swoosh! *
A dining knife, previously resting on the table, now flew from Zhang Zhen's grasp.
This particular knife, meant for seafood, was not very sharp—after all, it didn't need to be.
Yet, this dull blade effortlessly pierced through Lu Yan's left palm
