C173 Three People Don't Count as a Confession

Watching Ye Luo's harmless face paired with a playful smirk, the man in black could hardly believe his eyes. "How is this possible?"

With a metallic "clang," Ye Luo twisted his wrist, snapping the sharp knife as though it were a dry branch. Then, with a swift lift of his leg, his knee crashed into the man's chest.

The blow was significant, likely breaking at least four or five ribs