The monkey was indeed the greatest threat among the three of them. His thrown knives were extraordinarily fast, accurate, and even carried an evil Qi that would send chills down a normal person's spine!
However... to Huang Xiaolong, this level of attack was as childish as a game of house...
He casually caught the three thrown knives and tossed them back at least several times faster.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A knife sank into the monkey's heart and throat each.
The man on the second floor had a knife planted in his forehead, burying completely into his skull. He was clearly lifeless.
After taking down these three, Huang Xiaolong released several fierce ghosts from the Yin Soul tube to clear the corpses from the scene.
"Damn it..." Huang Xiaolong sat back on the sofa, his eyes flashing with a frenzied killing intent. "They dared to ambush me in my own home! This is a slap in the face! Intolerable! Absolutely intolerable!"
How dare they insult a ghost messenger!
