Wang Yi had once made a point of studying the claw knife Eagle used. He had even borrowed it from Eagle and played with it for a few days.
The knife was less than 20 centimeters long and had a folding design, making it easy to carry.
Its blade curved downward and was designed to fit the human hand.
Back in Wolf Warrior, Leng Feng had used a similar claw knife.
At NBA arenas, security personnel were allowed to carry weapons like stun batons, but not firearms.
So Eagle had chosen this claw knife as his everyday weapon.
Now, though, Eagle had handed his weapon to Wang Yi.
Wang Yi felt the shape of the knife, but didn't take it. Instead, he put it back in Eagle's hand. "You're a soldier. A soldier shouldn't just leave his weapon behind."
Eagle paused, slightly surprised, but didn't say anything.
To be honest, the knife would be far more useful in his hands than in Wang Yi's.
Wang Yi knew some inherited martial arts and had learned military combat techniques. He could take an opponent down with a single move, but Eagle was a professional.
Eagle's nerves were taut. In a very short time, he had scanned every fan within sight.
He quickly sized them up, estimating which fans might be carrying knives, which posed the greatest threat, and which were just there for the show.
While Wang Yi and Eagle were doing all this, the other players were completely at a loss.
After all, none of them had ever been through anything like this.
Imagine you and a few friends being trapped in a corridor by more than a hundred people. Wouldn't you panic?
Anyone would. Even people with real strength would panic if that many people trapped them in a corridor.