The man held a dagger to Yi Zhonghai’s throat and grinned hideously. "Old brother, forgive me, but I need a little help from you. I hear you and my brother here are on good terms. Would you be willing to do me a favor?"
The cold, glinting blade pressed against Yi Zhonghai’s neck, making his skin crawl. The alcohol he had consumed seeped out with his cold sweat, and his muddled head cleared in an instant. He stared at Qu Jie, blurting out in a panic, "Brother Qu, what is the meaning of this? We’ve been brothers for years—why the blades? If you’re in some kind of trouble, just say so. If I can help, I certainly will."
The middle-aged man pressed the dagger down. The blade sliced through skin, and a bead of bright red blood began to trickle down the tip.
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