"Be careful—"
Behind her, Ji Xun's voice erupted in alarm.
Lu Tong's heart tightened. In a critical moment, suddenly another harsh silver gleam appeared; the knife's tip was deflected by an inch. Right afterward, Lu Tong felt herself being pulled, followed by a "bang" as the Silver Knife cut down—another blade glinting forward, a cold flash passed by, and the person on the ground let out a slight cry of pain as the dagger, along with half of their wrist, fell to the ground.
The vivid crimson blood immediately sprayed across the white snow. The people inside, upon hearing the disturbance outside, came out to investigate.
The person on the ground was still struggling while a sharp Silver Knife was pressed against their throat.
Pei Yunmeng protected her in his arms, staring coldly at the person on the ground with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Who sent you?"
The government official writhed on the ground, clutching his severed hand.
A boot stepped onto his wrist.
"Speak."
