Jiang Chuan halted his steps, then pulled out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed with force!
Xiaolin took a step back, blocking the strike with his arm, the cuff instantly soaked with blood. He rolled up his sleeve, not even furrowing his brow, "Resisting arrest and injuring others, the crime is escalated."
Jiang Chuan, eyes red with urgency, gripped the dagger tightly, and as he turned around, he was struck from behind—
"Thud!"
The vase didn't break, but the man fell to the ground.
That vase, worth over 10 million, was Xu Jiuru's favorite before her passing.
Tang Xiang set that 10-million-worth vase down on the ground. When he hit the man, it was all because he was hot-headed, but now panicked: "Is he dead?"
Xiaolin squatted down to check: "He's not dead."
Tang Xiang let out a sigh of relief, glancing at the blood-stained vase, "I thought I had killed someone."
