Back at The House
"I promised you medical attention, but that'll happen after I kill off the rest of your companions. Turn over and let me pull out my knife." Tai Cheng projected an aura of calm, but inside, he was in a whirlpool of panic.
"What? But you said - " Feng Yi protested, before quailing at the murderous look in his eyes.
"The faster I get my knife, the faster I can get rid of your companions and call you and your friend an ambulance. So turn around, now."
Feng Yi trembled; he didn't want the rest of his team to die, but if it came down to his and Nan Yao's life versus the rest, he'd pick the former over the latter! A sense of shame crept on him, but he turned around obediently.
Tai Cheng pulled out the blade in one quick motion, and Feng Yi bowled over on the concrete pavement, every nerve in his back screaming in pain. He felt the hot rush of blood flooding through his clothes, and he wanted to weep at how his life turned out.