Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 1063 - 108: He Doesn’t Pay for His Meals

Chapter 1063: Chapter 108: He Doesn’t Pay for His Meals

The waiter’s expression showed a mix of surprise and confusion, but the tray he held was suddenly smashed towards Yang Yi’s throat.

Yang Yi’s head tilted back sharply to dodge the waiter’s strike, and then his knife could no longer stab the waiter.

Yang Yi leaned forward, his left hand stabbing his knife directly into the waiter’s abdomen, while his right hand picked up a dinner knife and swiftly stabbed towards the waiter’s heart.

The waiter put the tray upright, blocking Yang Yi’s dinner knife. The knife pierced through the tray but had no strength to go further.

Turning his left hand with the tray, causing Yang Yi’s knife to drop from his hand, the waiter gently placed the tray on the table.

Reaching into his bosom with his right hand, the waiter then drew a sharp blade across Yang Yi’s neck.

Still seated, Yang Yi was forced to twist his left arm to block the waiter’s extended right arm, and finally, he stood up.

Yang Yi felt a chill on his left arm, so he instinctively tensed the muscles there, then suddenly twisted his body.

In the midst of this action, Yang Yi plunged his knife into the waiter’s right arm.

Yang Yi’s left arm dropped powerless, but this time he had brought two knives.

His right hand pulled a slender, sharp knife from underneath his suit lapel, and Yang Yi swung it out, blade aiming directly at the waiter’s neck.

The waiter’s left hand shook, and then his body swayed as Yang Yi’s knife left a mark on his neck.

It couldn’t really be called a wound, as not even blood was drawn – it merely scraped some skin.

The waiter’s knife was already in front of Yang Yi, and, precisely speaking, aimed at Yang Yi’s neck too.

Yang Yi sidestepped, and the waiter sidestepped as well.

Yang Yi felt as though he was fighting his own shadow.

Although Yang Yi struck first, he had held back, so the waiter’s movements were not slower than his.

Both aimed to ambush each other but failed; then both posed as if ready to die together, but still, both left room for dodging.

This was a fight between two people who didn’t want to die, appearing as though they were determined to perish together; therefore, Yang Yi felt like he was battling with his shadow, not because their fighting styles were identical, but because their thoughts aligned, leading inevitably to this outcome.

Since a fatal blow on his opponent was impossible, better to take advantage, undermine the opponent’s ability to continue fighting. Yang Yi, after dodging, slightly bent down to stab his knife into his opponent’s thigh, but just as he planned to twist the knife to maximize damage, he also felt a slight chill in his right leg.

He had to step back, otherwise, his right leg’s artery might burst, endangering his life; thus, Yang Yi took a step back, then felt his right leg weaken, troubling his movements.

The waiter experienced the same ordeal; he stepped back, glanced at Yang Yi, then suddenly turned and ran.

He ran dragging his left leg, unable to run smoothly.

Yang Yi felt weakness in his left arm because there was still a knife stuck in it, but his knife was lodged in the waiter’s right arm, severing his nerves and tendons.

Yang Yi’s favorite knife, which Charles had given him, still remained in the waiter’s right arm, as he hadn’t had time to withdraw it.

Yang Yi grasped the handle of the knife protruding from his left arm and forcefully pulled it out, a narrow, short, but extremely sharp knife.

Yang Yi exerted his strength to throw the knife out.

But at that moment, the waiter turned around, pulled the knife from his right arm, and hurled it violently towards Yang Yi.

Yang Yi wasn’t skilled in throwing knives; he couldn’t actually throw one properly, which is why his thrown knife flew past the waiter’s ear, hit the wall, and fell down.

But the knife thrown by the waiter pierced straight into Yang Yi’s chest.

The waiter, no, now he could already be called an assassin, was supposed to aim the throwing knife at Yang Yi’s face, the best target would have been the throat, but he knew Yang Yi could dodge it, so he could only target Yang Yi’s chest.

Yang Yi wanted to pursue, but one of his legs was completely unresponsive, so he knew there was no need to chase, and he couldn’t chase, because in the current situation, it was uncertain who would end up dead if they continued.

The assassin felt the same, he cherished his life, so he couldn’t continue fighting with Yang Yi.

The assassin looked at Yang Yi, a knife stuck in his chest, then he turned his head and continued running, dragging one leg.

While the two were battling for their lives, not making any noise, and given Yang Yi’s somewhat secluded seating position, it so happened that nobody in the large restaurant noticed that the two were fighting and blood had already been shed.

But the quiet of the restaurant was broken by the fleeing waiter; blood was rapidly flowing from his arm and leg, staining his white shirt red, giving him a terrifying appearance.

The waiter kept running forward, and Yang Yi picked up Petra’s dinner knife and threw it again, but the waiter also handily scooped up a dinner knife from a dining guest and threw it back at Yang Yi.

The waiter was already more than ten meters away, the thrown knives from both no longer posed a threat, but the noise of the knives falling on the ground drew the attention of the patrons, and finally someone noticed the blood and started screaming.

The waiter pointed at Yang Yi and yelled: "He’s not paying for his meal!"

At the same time, Yang Yi pointed at the waiter and shouted: "He spat in the food!"

The waiter and Yang Yi exchanged a deep look, then the waiter continued to drag his leg and ran towards the exit—no longer bothering to hide anything. Despite dragging his leg, he wasn’t slow, but as the assassin was about to exit the door, Petra happened to push the door and enter.

In that instant, Yang Yi’s heart stopped beating.

Yang Yi hadn’t expected it to end up like this; he thought after sidelining Petra, there shouldn’t have been any danger for her at the time.

But Petra had come face-to-face with the assassin.

They brushed past each other.

The assassin didn’t so much as glance at Petra, even though he absolutely knew who she was.

Watching the assassin push open the glass door and disappear, Yang Yi collapsed onto the chair.

Petra, confused by the chaos in the restaurant, walked over to Yang Yi with a bewildered face, anxiously asking, "What happened here? There was nothing going on in the car... oh!"

Seeing the blood on Yang Yi’s arm, Petra couldn’t help screaming, but quickly, she yelled: "Ambulance! Call an ambulance quickly, help me!"

"Don’t shout! Don’t shout! Shh..."

Putting his finger to his lips to quiet Petra down, Yang Yi then pressed his hand down and smiled, saying, "Don’t be scared, it’s okay, don’t be scared. Now call the police, and also call a taxi for me, uh, and check which hospital in New York has the best trauma treatment."

Petra took out her phone, but as she was tearfully dialing, she looked at Yang Yi and asked, "Does it hurt? You’ve lost a lot of blood..."