The most critical decisions had to be carried out by the most decisive person.
Without a doubt, Bai Huaiguang was exactly that kind of person.
With his intelligence, even if he had no time at all to consider why Ji Li had made such a request, even if he had had his own plans just a second ago—
The moment Ji Li voiced his decision, he flashed forward decisively and charged straight at Kun Sheng.
Ji Li had delayed and deliberated for so long before voicing this solution. It could not be questioned now.
At the absolute limit, who had time for the staff members to waste pondering? Everything had to follow instinct.
When Bai Huaiguang caught the descending Butcher Knife with his hand, every finger from his middle finger to his little finger on his right hand snapped at once.
Three severed fingers struck Xiao Qian Duyue's face below in succession, while dense droplets of blood fell across the White Cloth, staining it a deep crimson.
A suppressed flash of pain crossed Bai Huaiguang's eyes. He endured the agony of his broken fingers and stopped the lethal Butcher Knife, but at the same time, he finally realized something.
Kun Sheng's killing should have been unsolvable. How could he possibly stop that blade?
There was only one answer: Kun Sheng was not a ghost!
Bai Huaiguang immediately snapped awake from his shock. Though three fingers had been broken, his reaction became even faster. He directly seized Kun Sheng's wrist along the knife handle with his left hand.
For the staff members, killing seemed to have become instinct.
Having spent so long walking along death's edge, they were naturally the kind of people most sensitive to death.
Seize the wrist, twist the joint apart, take the knife, then slash the throat!