Stepping past Zhang Fan, Ning Jie slowly walked past the group. Like a male lion pacing through a pack of wolves, not a single person dared to meet his eyes.
Zhang Fan was terrified. He could feel the murderous intent radiating from Ning Jie. The cold blade still carried a faint scent of blood, as if reminding him that this very knife had just carved up a major hoodlum.
Ning Jie had crushed his self-esteem, and he had crushed his courage.
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