A group of people started laughing, and Lu Dapao chuckled, "Hurry up and give it a try."
Zhou Kai gripped the dagger, feeling somewhat nervous. However, as the leader, he knew he had to set an example. If he became as timid as Li Qiang, the brothers might start looking at him differently. So, Zhou Kai gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and stabbed the dagger into the back of the opponent's neck with force.
"Ow..." The unconscious man suddenly screamed, his face contorted and ferocious.
Blood gushed from his neck.
Stunned, Zhou Kai said, "Wha... what's wrong with me?"
"Your knife technique is off; the angle is wrong," Lin Chuan replied, then added, "And you applied too much force, directly piercing his throat. The blood shouldn't flow out; it should go into his windpipe, allowing it to fill his lungs, causing suffocation."
"I thought it was simple, didn't realize it was so complicated," Zhou Kai muttered.
"It's not so easy," Lin Chuan laughed, "You need to practice more."
