Qiyao stared helplessly as the thin knife fell on the gauze on his wrist.

She is the same as she was ten years ago.

Just like in the Quan family a long time ago.

No matter what time, she would stand up without hesitation, stand in front of him, and bear all the crises and consequences for him. This man is the most powerful man in the world.

"You think I don't dare?"

Quan Jin's smile remained unchanged, and the fingers holding the thin knife moved calmly, and then moved to his heart. With just one stab, it would penetrate directly into the heart.

Quan Jin loosened his two white fingers.

He raised his head, looked at the prison boss, and said firmly and confidently: "You don't dare."

"If you still remember my king W from Kyushu, his surname is Quan and his name is Jin."

"If you haven't forgotten that you said you would be my lifelong support."

"If you were him."

"You don't dare."

Unless...the person standing in front of her is no longer him.

Two pairs of eyes collided in the air.

Quan Jin smiled lightly and fearlessly. The prison boss held a thin knife in his hand, and the blade was pointed at Quan Jin's heart. He looked at the eyes in front of him, his expression on the surface was calm.

Five fingers that can grip the handle of the knife.

But it is gradually tightening.

"You're looking for death." The prison boss narrowed his eyes slightly, but the thin knife in his hand refused to score a single point: "Get out of the way."

"I repeat it one last time, get out of the way!"

Quan Jin pressed the tip of the knife against his chest.

Look at him with a smile;

He didn't retreat or give in. His slender figure blocked Qi Yao from behind, repeating the words that had burned his blood throughout his youth: "If you want to touch him, touch me first."

The words fell.

The air was dead silent for a second...

Three seconds...

"Clang!"

The prison boss stared at Quan Jin with a cold and merciless gaze. Under her eyes that were filled with bright starlight, he finally slammed the thin knife onto the floor.

The man being watched by Qiyao.

He turned around suddenly, flicked his sleeves, and walked away with his back to Quan Jin: "Lectures are cancelled."

He's gone.

In the end, he was reluctant to touch Quan Jin's hair. When the prison boss's subordinate saw his master leaving, he picked up the thin knife that had fallen to the ground and looked at Quan Jin sternly.

"The assessment will be held in the third game tomorrow."

"The top 100 students from all lower-class families will come to the upper-class academy together. During this period, anyone can challenge the top 100 assessors."

That’s it for now.

The subordinate frowned again, looked at Quan Jin a few times, and murmured somewhat sadly: "You look so proud, just like her before she died."

"What a pity..."

What's a pity?

The subordinate did not say anything.

But when he left, Quan Jin's eyes were a little complicated. Through the eyes of his subordinates, Quan Jin seemed to see a microcosm, a microcosm of the same unparalleled splendor and standing alone in the world.

"Papa, is that the boss?"

Qiyao looked at the prison boss's leaving figure and felt a blockage in his heart: "Does he not recognize us anymore? Or did we admit it wrong?"

Quan Jin chuckled softly.

Turning around, his eyes fell on Qiyao's wrist: "If he gets tripped by a stone and falls to the ground, he won't be able to get up."

"I'll wait for him."

"Be my support again."

Quan Jin took out his right hand, patted Qiyao's shoulder, turned around and prepared to leave the alley.

But Quan Jin's steps just lifted.

At the gate, there were sudden sounds of footsteps.
Chapter completed!