The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

"Who?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the hairs on the elf general's body stood on end.

His neck was stiff as a rusty gear as he slowly looked behind him.

Then he witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Behind him, a young man appeared out of nowhere.

The man stood there quietly, his face expressionless, toying with a seemingly ordinary silver dagger in his hand.

The guards surrounded him like an iron barrel, but he seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, without alerting anyone.

And this person's identity is naturally self-evident: Bai Ye, the deputy commander of the Calamity Army and a space-type saint and space traveler.

"Protect the general."

"There's an assassin!"

"Damn it, when did this guy appear?!"

Upon seeing the young man, the surrounding adjutants and guards reacted instantly, terrified out of their wits, and almost instinctively drew their weapons, rushing towards Bai Ye.

However, the next moment, under the watchful eyes of the elven commander who was almost having a heart attack.

Those elves rushing towards the white night were like chickens with their necks being choked.

All sounds and movements froze in an instant.

He didn't even see how the young man moved.

Or rather, the young man didn't move at all.

Just standing there, the guards felt as if they had bumped into an invisible wall, their bodies twisting and folding at an extremely bizarre angle.

Then, like a pile of carelessly discarded rag dolls, it fell down silently.

There were no screams, no struggles.

The whole process was eerily quiet.

When the elven general finally refocused his gaze, he felt a chill on his neck. The short dagger that the young man had been playing with was now firmly pressed against his neck.

The cold, icy touch of the dagger naturally followed.

"Shhh."

The young man gestured for him to be quiet, a slightly apologetic smile on his face: "Don't move, my hands aren't very steady!"

"If I accidentally cut you and splatter blood all over me, I'll have to do laundry when I get back."

"It's quite troublesome."

Although Bai Ye spoke these words in a very soft voice, to the elven general, they were no less than the whispers of the King of Hell.

At that moment, he felt as if a lump of iron, just taken out of an ice cellar, was pressed against his neck.

The chill seeped into his bones through his skin, making it feel like his blood was almost stopping flowing.

"No...don't kill me!"

Subconsciously, he chose to surrender without hesitation.

Admittedly, he does have some life-saving tools, but the question is, would he dare to use them?

Given the young man's unpredictable methods, even if he used a substitute item, he would still be able to survive.

The next second, my head will most likely be moved again.

In other words, he didn't dare to gamble.