There was a circle of people around Yu Yuan at some point, and when they saw Jiang Bai raising their guns, they all raised their guns and pointed at Jiang Bai.

Yu Yuan raised his hand and motioned for them to put it down.

There is a sickly tenderness floating in the man's eyes, which well conceals the madness and paranoia under his eyes:

"Phoenix, don't you even want to use your left hand with your teacher?"

Almost no one knows that Jiang Bai is actually left-handed.

But she usually only uses her right hand to do things, and only in times of crisis, she will switch to her left hand.

Jiang Bai raised his gun in his right hand and pointed it at Yu Yuan, and said coldly:

"Let them go, I'll go with you."

Yu Yuan didn't care at all that Jiang Bai pointed at his gun, leaned into Jiang Bai's ear, and said like a lover whispering:

"Little Phoenix, are you confused, today is Elena's birthday."

Elena's full name, Elena Thatcher, is Yu Yuan's mother, a young lady of a British aristocracy, a very elegant person.

is the only woman in that organization who takes care of Jiang Bai like the sun.

But she had fallen asleep forever.

It was on her birthday.

Elena Thatcher's death day is her birthday.

Yu Yuan has always called this day Elena's birthday.

And now all this is to celebrate the birthday of this beautiful and kind lady.

Jiang Bai's voice was cold and cold:

"You don't deserve to pronounce her name, Yu Yuan, she can't forgive you."

Yu Yuan's expression changed, he lifted it from Jiang Bai's ear, grabbed Jiang Bai's neck, slightly forced, and smiled sickly:

"Little Phoenix, give you a chance to say it again."

Jiang Bai was pinched and coughed, her left hand flipped over, and a blood-stained dagger appeared in her palm, she used her elbow force, breaking free from Yu Yuan's restraints, and at the same time holding the dagger in her left hand, it instantly stood next to Yu Yuan's neck!

Jiang Bai held the pistol in her right hand, touched her neck, and couldn't stop coughing, but there was no trace of fear and looseness on her face, she stared at Yu Yuan and smiled.

Laughter was accompanied by coughing, and Yu Yuan's face deteriorated little by little.

Few people know that although Yu Yuan is a complete madman who is not afraid of death, he is only afraid of one thing-

A dagger with a carved handle.

Especially those who have been dyed with fresh blood.

This is related to his childhood experience of abuse, which developed a PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).

Even if he was about to be killed, Yu Yuan would not have the slightest fear.

But if you attack him with a specific dagger, it will make him feel insurmountable fear and panic.

Jiang Bai's dagger is what she has always carried on her body.

A handle with daggers carved with various demon beasts.

Yu Yuan grabbed Jiang Bai's arm fiercely, tightened it hard, his lips were white and terrifying, his eyes were dizzy, and he forcedly said:

"Phoenix, you're my proudest student, and as long as you come back, I can be sorry for the past!"

The dagger in Jiang Bai's hand gradually strengthened, Yu Yuan's neck showed a trace of blood, her voice was very calm, but with great relief:

"Yu Yuan, we are not all the way after all."

Jiang Bai was just about to make a move, but his body suddenly felt a subconscious crisis, and he suddenly let go of Yu Yuan in front of him, and turned around to the side.

A shuttle of bullets instantly hit the position where Jiang Bai was standing just now.

Yu Yuan left the dagger, took two steps back and stood still, the disguised gentleness in his eyes was not there, he looked at Jiang Bai coldly, and suddenly smiled, laughing very sarcastically:

"Phoenix, under your hypocritical skin, you're just as crazy as I am, do you think you're clean?"

Not far away, behind Jiang Bai, Shen Xiao and Lu Wen, who came in a hurry, were stunned.