Swish swish!
Before the two bodyguards could react, Chen Xuan's dagger was already in front of them.
He drew a line of blood across each of their necks.
Immediately following, the dagger pressed against Zhang Zhibao's neck.
At this moment, everyone, including Zhang Zhibao, finally reacted.
But it was too late; Zhang Zhibao's life was in Chen Xuan's grasp, and no one dared make a reckless move.
The two armed bodyguards reached for their necks, blood oozing from the wounds with a burning sting.
Fortunately, it only cut the surface skin, not the artery, or they would be facing certain death.
Obviously, Chen Xuan had held back and did not intend to kill them.
Narrowly escaping death, the two bodyguards broke out in a cold sweat, looking at Chen Xuan in horror, barely able to hold their guns, and dared not move an inch.
"Zhang Zhibao, do you understand the meaning of my words now?"
"In close combat, a gun is just a decoration!"
Chen Xuan sneered coldly.
