The sharp, skinny man looked at the Old Man approaching slowly, released the man in the baseball cap whom he had pinned down, abruptly rose to his feet, and charged at the Old Man.
The man in the baseball cap stared wide-eyed at the scene, unable to understand why the sharp, skinny man still had the courage to attack the Old Man at a time like this.
But he still climbed to his feet and gave the sharp, skinny man a thumbs-up from behind.
Then he saw the sharp, skinny man drop into a sliding kneel just before reaching the Old Man, his entire body sliding more than ten meters before stopping in front of him. "Lord Hawk, I surrender, I surrender! I'll do whatever you say!"
The man in the baseball cap stared blankly at the scene, forgetting to run for a moment.
The Old Man slowly passed the sharp, skinny man. His expression did not change; he merely reached out and lightly patted the man's shoulder.
In that instant, the sharp, skinny man seemed to relax and lowered his hands.
The Old Man passed him and walked toward the man in the baseball cap.
At that very moment, the sharp, skinny man behind him suddenly sprang up. An invisible utility knife blade appeared in his palm, stabbing toward He Ao's neck with terrifying force.
The blade carried a suffocatingly cold aura. It seemed to hover between illusion and reality, appearing tangible yet intangible. As it sliced through the air, even the moisture in the atmosphere seemed to freeze into ice crystals.
In that instant, the speed and power displayed by the blade had already far surpassed the sharp, skinny man's limits.
Yet the Old Man walking slowly forward did not turn around. Just as the blade was about