"Ahhh—"
The surrounding crowd let out shrill screams, afraid to witness the bloodbath that would happen next.
"Fuck!"
Claud Stuart swore in shock.
Caroline Edwin, standing in the crowd, flicked her wrist slightly, and her figure shot out like lightning, leaving behind an afterimage.
At the same time, a cold light flashed in Blake Fuller's narrow phoenix eyes behind his glasses as he quickly intercepted the attack.
The moment the kitchen knife was about to fall.
His hand tightly grasped Mr. Evans's wrist, twisted with all the strength in his hand, and the kitchen knife clattered to the ground.
Blake Fuller kicked away the knife, letting go of the man's hand.
"Bang—"
The moment he let go, a figure dashed forward, gripping Mr. Evans with both hands, and with swift and forceful movement executed a shoulder throw.
"Cough cough cough..."
Having been slammed hard onto the ground, his back aching and dust flying up everywhere, the pain contorted his face as he groaned miserably.
