As soon as Gu Qing Shan made his move, Zhang Ying Hao also moved.
Like a shadowy ghost, he appeared behind the wolf old man without a sound, mercilessly thrusting his spiked dagger into the old man's chest. He gripped the hilt tightly before forcefully twisting it.
The wolf old man originally could still struggle a bit, but completely stopped breathing after this attack.
Zhang Ying Hao's eyebrows relaxed slightly and wanted to pull the dagger back, but Gu Qing Shan called out:
"Don't move-------"
Gu Qing Shan swiftly stepped forward and swung the blade in his hand with all his strength.
Sha-------
The wolf old man's head was sent flying and rolled a short distance away.
Zhang Ying Hao shrugged: "He's already dead, there was no need to cut off his head"
