Snap! Snap!

The two sounds connected very quickly, the blade of the knife was embedded in half of the handle in the palm, and the other half of the handle was closed one after another.

At this time, the blade returns to the handle, and the butterfly knife becomes a fist-long stick.

Wang Jun kicked back his middle finger and exerted force on his fingertips.

The butterfly knife that concealed its edge slipped silently into his sleeve, and there was no trace of a weapon hidden on his body.

"The whole set of movements is smooth and smooth, with no trace of sluggishness. The practice time will never be short."

Su Xiaojiu seemed to see someone from the same profession, and the look in her eyes that looked at Wang Jun was filled with intimacy.

“When I was little, I had nothing to play with, so I mainly played with butterfly knives.”

Wang Jun is telling the truth. He was adopted by a killer organization since he was a child. They do not have the same friendship as in bloody dramas. Everyone is wary of others and hides a dagger or knife every night when he goes to bed.

This item was the only item he could carry with him when he was a child, and it was also his only toy.

When he reaches adulthood, the butterfly knife, which is highly ornamental and playable, becomes a deadly weapon.

Su Xiaojiu recalled Wang Jun's skillful knife skills as if it was engraved in her mind.

Beautiful, strange, changeable, deadly...

Various characteristics of butterfly knives are classified.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she clapped her hands fiercely, and said:
Chapter completed!