In his panic, the youth with the earring threw the dagger toward Rong Xiujie. Rong Xiujie instinctively raised his hands to block, but at the very moment his hands came up, he suddenly felt as though he could predict the dagger's trajectory. Slightly shifting to the left would allow him to avoid it completely, so he suppressed his reflexive motion and kept pressing forward, his upper body tilting slightly to the side. The youth with the earring, now weaponless, grew terrified upon seeing this, staggering clumsily and nearly falling to the ground.
"Please, I beg you, let me go! I won't dare anymore!" The youth cried out loudly, "Save me! Someone, help me!"
Hearing the youth's desperate plea, Rong Xiujie's eyes filled with outrage. He accelerated sharply, a faint ache arising in his ankle, but he didn't care at all. His mind was flooded with memories of how his loved ones had likely begged for their lives before meeting their tragic end—yet that didn't stop their gruesome deaths.
