"Heh," Yin Jue was the first to break the stalemate. He lowered his gun slowly with a gloomy face, "I misjudged you this time."
Oliver Pei remained silent and did not relax at all because of the other party's actions.
Yin Jue stretched out his hand to straighten his sleeve, and a dinner knife accurately brushed past his hand and stabbed into the deck behind him, knocking off what looked like an inconspicuous cufflink of Yin Jue.
"We agreed to a one-on-one fight, so why don't you call in outside help, Mr. Yin?" Oliver Pei narrowed his eyes, "You should let your men comfort these nobles. What do you think?"
Even though his thoughts were exposed, Yin Jue was not embarrassed: "It seems that your barbaric father has taught you a lot."
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