Anson's smile grew wider at the sight of their terrified face, and he stepped out of the darkness like a shadow, "How about it? This is the best opportunity to get to know each other."
In his panic, the first guard didn't even remember about the gun by his and immediately opened his mouth to yell and alert his companions.
Anson shook his head helplessly, "I guess not."
With a flick of his wrist and a thin knife flew from his fingertips and lodged into the man's throat, with pinpoint accuracy into his artery.
"Ugh!"
"He stepped back directly to avoid the first spray of blood, then went forward to hold the man's mouth and lower him to the ground.
From his throat came low choking noise, and there was extreme fear in his eyes as he gazed at the smiling face like a reaper from hell. Anson stood up and raised his foot, relaxed, "Goodbye then."