Chapter 964 Borrows A Knife To Kill

As Jacob heard this, his gaze darkened, losing the temperance he had been holding. "Jacob, my son, is gone. I'm the only one left in the world and don't think about anything. As long as I avenge my son, I don't care if I die," Jackson murmured, raising his dagger. "It's a good thing you came to the suburbs today. There is no surveillance here. If I die here, can you escape?" "You want to commit suicide and set me up?" Jacob emitted, raising his eyebrow in disbelief. "I might not be able to defeat you. But I'll see whether the Smith and Davis families can save you with this," Jackson shot back. He then closed his eyes and stabbed his abdomen using the dagger, but the pain and blood Jackson expected did not hit him. Jackson opened his eyes in confusion and found the tip of the blade tightly gripped by a pair of long white fingers, the blood he expected came out from the person who held it. "Y-you, Jacob!" Jackson shrieked,