Panting and dizzy, the killer fell to the ground. Steven in front of him moved slightly. Then he felt his breath held, since Steven grabbed him by the neck and lifted him a 80-kilogram man against the wall.
“Any last words?” Steven smiled, his eyes glowing, like a wild animal that had finally borne his fangs and grabbed his prey by the throat.
But the killer was in a chokehold, unable to breathe, let alone speak. His face turn from red to purple, and his eyes were bloodshot, ghastly!
“Look out!” Suddenly, Viola called out.
Steven was slightly surprised and saw a flash of cold light. He immediately let go and ducked, but still failed to dodge. The dagger stuck straight into his arm!
Steven hissed, his calm face like covered with frost, and the killer, breathing heavily, crawled out of the garage. Moments later, the sound of the black car's engine faded away.
“Steven! Steven! Are you all right?” Viola, as early as the moment he was stabbed, had run downstairs.
Steven leaned against the wall and said weakly, “There is poison on the dagger...”
“Let's go to the hospital!” Viola's face went pale and she helped him walk to the garage.
“No, I know what to do.”
Viola was frightened by his calmness, she asked, “What can you do?”
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