Fatty was still posing waiting for Su Bai to snap his photo, fortunately, he did not slack to the point where he really treated himself as a tourist, although the killing intent of the assassin was well hidden, in critical moments, Fatty still had his instincts.
A crimson sword appeared at Fatty's neck, it collided with that dagger.
"DING!"
There were no sounds of flesh and blood spluttering, there was only a muffled sound, although the sword had assisted him in blocking the sharpness of the dagger, but the strength had jolted ans passed to Fatty's neck.
Fatty was feeling dizzy from the pounding, he subconsciously turned around, the other party gave a kick and it landed on Fatty's abdomen, it directly sent Fatty flying, Su Bai was sitting in the car, he could perfectly perceive the shock from Fatty sliding on the road and crashing to the hood of the car.
