Liu Lin sneered and thrust the Little Knife in his hand viciously towards Qin Hao's neck!
"Qin Hao, oh Qin Hao, your imposing power is formidable, but unfortunately, you're still too young. I just acted a little pitiful, and you took the bait!"
Liu Lin felt elated, satisfied with his own performance. Meanwhile, he was already planning how to ask for credit from Wei Changdong afterwards.
Before defecting to Wei Changdong, Liu Lin was a mercenary and had learned some assassination techniques. In his view, given such a close distance and such an unexpected approach, even if Qin Hao had heavenly abilities, he absolutely couldn't block this knife!
"Clang——"
However, just as Liu Lin was thinking this, he heard a crisp sound of Fine Iron breaking.
Immediately, Liu Lin was stunned to discover that the knife in his hand... had only half of it left!
As for the other half, it was shockingly less than ten centimeters away from Qin Hao's neck, pinched between two fingers!
Two fingers!
