Four white lights flew out of his sleeves again and floated into the air, followed by four flying knives.

A total of eight flying knives were suspended in the air, looking down at the surroundings,

They shot out suddenly.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Master Zhao, come and have another drink."

He raised a glass to drink with Zhao Rongfei, and eight flying knives were already shot out.

Not far away, eight men suddenly stood up, flew towards them, and met the flying knives in mid-air.

The flying knife lightly passed between their eyebrows, causing the light in their eyes to dim quickly, and they fell straight to the ground.

"Kill one by one!

Amid the roar, eight more middle-aged men flew out and rushed toward Chu Zhiyuan.

Eight flying knives lightly passed between their eyebrows.

Chu Zhiyuan continued to drink with Zhao Rongfei.

The eight flying knives seemed to kill the assassins on their own without being controlled by Chu Zhiyuan.

This surprised Zhao Rongfei.
Chapter completed!