C212 The Clear Contrast

Zhang Hao fished a spring-loaded knife from his pocket at that moment, playfully sketching two strokes in the midair.

Bathed in moonlight, Lu Da watched as Zhang Hao brandished the blade.

"Put it away. Even my razor is sharper than that thing," Lu Da said, not expecting to be the first to scoff at the seemingly toy-like weapon.

"Hmph, you're just being hardheaded