"Agghh." A soul-piercing howl of pain rent in the abandoned factory.
At this moment, Xiao Tian's underlings were stabbing or slashing the body of these delinquents with their weapons. Head, arms, legs, and stomach. Every part of their bodies was full of blood.
They felt immense pain to the point they felt as if they were in hell. These delinquents kept begging Xiao Tian to order his underlings to stop, but Xiao Tian ignored their words and only stared at them as if they were people chosen to entertain him.
"Ohh. The sharpness of my daggers are not bad."
"My blade is good too."
"I think my throwing knives are not bad too. it's very sharp. I like it."
"It seems like I'll be filing a complaint to that weapon shop. I'm not satisfied with the sharpness of my Katana. It's not as sharp as when I tested it at that weapon shop."
