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The speed at which the middle-aged man with black mole drew the knife was extremely fast in the eyes of others. The two old men were frightened when they saw it. But in Lu Feng's eyes, the knife seemed to be even slower than a snail. He raised an arm lightly and just He grabbed the knife-wielding hand of the middle-aged man with black mole in his hand, and then gave it a squeeze that seemed light but then heavy....