Gu Ke-Wu’s underlings followed but none dared to get too close. 

Xia Lei dragged Gu Ke-Wu to the passenger side. Shentu Tian-Yin had already started the engine. 

Gu Ke-Wu was calm. “This is not over, Xia Lei. I’ll settle this score with you,” he said coldly. 

“I’m not afraid of your revenge; use whatever means you have. I’ll leave you with this - not everyone on this Earth is afraid of you. Don’t think so highly of yourself.”

“Humph! We’ll see!” sneered Gu Ke-Wu. 

Xia Lei pulled the car door open and pushed Gu Ke-Wu away. 

At that moment, Xia Lei’s left eye caught sight of a flash of light. He was jolted by it and dodged to one side. He was not as quick as that flying object, however, and was hit in the arm when he moved aside. Piercing pain came and the car door also shook with a dull thud. 

It was a silver throwing knife with blades on both sides and it gleamed under the street lamps; it looked fairly sharp.

Fresh blood flowed from Xia Lei’s left arm, wetting his clothes. 

Xia Lei could not look pause to look at his wounds. He fixed his gaze on the direction in which the throwing knife had come from and an old man and a young man strolled into view. 

The old man was tall and slim and had sharp eyes. He was dressed...