Chapter 1213

The cell was dimly lit, and the glint of the dagger shone brightly. Peter gripped the handle tightly, his eyes fierce as he thrust toward Elliot's side with force. Peter could almost envision Elliot's blood splattering as the dagger was about to pierce through Elliot's military uniform. However, the dagger was forced to a halt just a few millimeters away. Elliot's grip on Peter's wrist was strong, rendering him unable to move. With a cold gaze and mocking smile, Elliot uttered, "Uncle Peter, really? Trying to murder me on my own turf? Seems like you have a death wish." Peter was taken aback but then burst into laughter. "I know, even if I killed you, I wouldn't be able to leave the National Investigation Bureau." Elliot frowned and tightened his grip, causing Peter to wince in pain. As Peter dropped the dagger, Elliot smoothly caught it, saying, "Despite knowing you can't kill me and would face consequences, you still tried. Are you trying to take me down with you?"