Crack!
Splat!
The fourth sister's arm was sharp as a spear, piercing through the white man's head. He didn't even let out a scream before he died on the spot.
His limbs, limp as noodles, drooped down, and his massive 250-pound body crashed heavily to the ground.
Thud!
Flattening quite a few weeds in the process.
The Yellowstone Group hadn't expected to lose a main force so quickly in a confrontation, and suddenly, they were in a state of panic as if facing a formidable enemy.
The five sisters had learned their lesson from the previous battle.
Now, facing a team that seemed even more formidable than the 'Big Waist' team, they chose to focus their attacks.
Five against one, pinning one down to kill!
Next up, the white lady!
"FUCK!"
Aunt Susan cursed, possessing the healing Divine Grace and acting as the team's medic. She had planned to help Bruce, but before she could act, Bruce had already been killed.
