It's very comfortable, but it can also make your death very painful."

"I...I know," Jack said eagerly, "Quickly...put the knife away quickly!"

"You'd better remember it clearly."

Wei Ran deliberately let the back of the knife slide down the corner of Jack's eyes, and then gently swept it across his throat and neck until the other person got goose bumps. Then he pressed Jack's hand on the table and said "duh".

He slammed the handle of the table knife on the table exposed between his fingers.

"ah--!"

Jack subconsciously shouted, but Wei Ran had already sprinted to the other side of the table.

"Bang!"

The ajar wooden door was kicked open by the soldier standing guard outside, and the submachine gun in his hand was subconsciously aimed at the two of them.

"Pick up the knife and remember to smile." Wei Ran, who was already standing across the table, raised his hands and reminded in English with a smile.

Jack, who was still in shock, looked at his intact hands, and then at the table knife still clamped on Wei Ran's fingertips. After reacting, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then squeezed out a cry toward the little soldier that was uglier than crying.

With an expression on his face, he slowly bent down and picked up the table knife that he just dropped and made a gesture.

Seeing this, the volunteer soldier holding the gun also breathed a sigh of relief. After raising the muzzle of the gun, he called another soldier who came in later and took out the tableware on the table and the unfinished steamed buns.

It wasn't until the wooden door was closed again that Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He then glanced at Wei Ran, but this time he didn't dare to say anything more. He sat on his bed obediently and stared at his black and white eyes.
Chapter completed!