Facing Qi Yu's stubbornness, Jiang Chen suddenly lost the desire to continue talking nonsense with him.
This kind of guy won't shed a tear until he sees the coffin.
Instead of continuing to banter with Qi Yu, it would be better to send him to the coffin sooner.
Let him cry in the coffin.
Thinking of this, Jiang Chen tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.
His gaze toward Qi Yu carried a hint of killing intent.
Jiang Chen was ready to send Qi Yu on his way and would not hesitate any longer.
"Since you're so stubborn, let me see if your mouth is tougher than my blade."
Before Jiang Chen finished speaking, he lunged forward like an arrow.
The twin blades in his hand gleamed with a cold light.
Like the claws of a fierce tiger descending the mountain, he charged straight toward Qi Yu.
Seeing Jiang Chen move to attack without hesitation, a rare trace of panic flashed in Qi Yu's eyes.
He hurriedly greased the soles of his feet and instantly darted a few meters away.
