C568 Mesoscale

"What if I don't leave?" Wang Yi looked at him calmly.

"Then let's call it bad luck!"

The average-looking man let out a cold snort. His hands trembled and two sharp daggers slipped from his sleeves into his palms. He then threw them with force towards Wang Yi's eyes.

"Whiz!"

The dagger was extremely fast, and before it even arrived