Jiang Ning dismissed the Duckbill Hat, sitting back in his small chair as if nothing happened, continuing to bask in the sun.
The Duckbill Hat suffered a powerful and heavy kick, his movements were broken, and the triangular dagger half-pulled out of his pocket fell to the ground with a clatter.
He also fell to the ground, lying motionless, as if all the bones in his body had been shattered.
The entire attack happened in a mere instant.
The people present in the bungalow saw Duckbill Hat's murderous aura one second, and the next he was down, so fast it was astonishing.
Yao Haikuo was stunned for a few seconds, his turbulent emotions slow to calm.
He noticed the triangular dagger that fell by Duckbill Hat's hand, its menacing appearance, the blade was a triangular shape with three blood grooves, clearly meant for strong bleeding.
