Chapter 462: Abbie's Death

Just as Davon was about to open his mouth to shout, a silver needle came whizzing through the air and accurately pierced his throat. Instantly, his voice seemed to be silenced, as if absorbed by a sound suppressor. She was precise in her actions. The acupoint she targeted sealed his voice without causing any fatal bleeding. Thankfully, she had habitually tied a row of silver needles and carried a small knife on her thigh when she came to attend the banquet. Having regained her freedom, Cheyenne casually lifted her skirt, revealing a captivating glimpse of her fair and slender thigh to Kelvin - an alluring sight. She took out the knife, biting the scabbard with her mouth and holding the knife handle in her other hand. With a gentle swipe, she cut the velveteen string on Kelvin's wrist. The rope snapped. This knife was different from ordinary knives. It was forged entirely from steel and had undergone intense forging with high-temperature flames. Its sharpness could be described as