Chapter 349

Just as the terrifying dagger was about to pierce Tyson's throat, Perseus suddenly turned around and spat out a half-smoked cigarette butt. The dagger's trajectory changed and moved downward instead. The blade grazed against Tyson's pants before embedding itself directly into the cement floor. Tyson glanced down, and his face fell. He wondered about Perseus' origin. He was curious to know if Perseus was simply an ordinary person from an average working-class family. Tyson couldn't believe it. How could an ordinary person make Lance, the leader of Bladecraft Organization, kneel before him? How could an ordinary person knock Lance's dagger out of his hand with a spit of their cigarette butt? Perseus even indirectly saved his life. "What do you plan to do, Mr. Caitford?" Lance was also stunned by Perseus' move. His dagger might not be faster than a bullet, but he had a good chance of outmatching someone with a gun within seven moves. Yet, Perseus had broken his dagger with just