A scream sounded.
Luo did not even clearly see how Lin Hai made his move, how he ingeniously took the dagger from his hand, nor how he chopped off his palm in an instant.
That fluid, skillful, sharp, and decisive method gave Luo an illusion, as if the scene before him was as ordinary as eating and drinking for Lin Hai, having turned into a habitual action.
Lin Hai gently took Tao Xia into his arms and seated her on the sofa behind him, then turned around, looking at Luo whose face was written with shock.
"This, this is impossible!" Luo was shocked to the extreme, and with the severe pain in his hand, someone who usually lived in comfort and worked in an office like him felt terror in his heart to the extreme, realizing how terrifying the threat of life and death could be.
"Harming my woman, there's no other choice but death," Lin Hai's eyes were to the utmost cold.
