"No problem." Bruce knelt down quickly.
Amelia climbed onto his back and evoked a cold smile.
Under the streetlamp, Bruce smiled wickedly, thinking about his dirty plans.
On his back, Amelia took out a knife, slowly put it in front of the man, pressed it against his neck. She sliced it smoothly, and cut his carotid artery.
In an instant, a burst of blood spluttered out.
Amelia immediately jumped off his back.
Bruce clutched his neck, staring at her in shock, and let out a hoarse voice from his throat. "You…"
Before he could speak, he fell to the ground with a plop, and the blood continued to gush out.
Amelia stood in front of him and said with a grin, "Congratulations, you are favored by the god of death tonight!"
The man gaped in shock, his face distorted with horror. "Dea… Death Alliance…"
Amelia squatted down and inserted a knife into his heart with a smile.
