Watching the iron thing in front of his adversary, Li Huowang laughed softly.
He shook his head and then began speaking to the wall beside him.
"Miaomiao, take Li Sui a little further away. Although you won't die here, it's still better to be safe than sorry."
"Who the fuck are you talking to! Take off the Bluetooth headset!"
Li Huowang's voice echoed in the somewhat empty stairwell again, filled with exhaustion and suppression.
"You know what? My mood really can't get any worse right now. I really feel like venting on something!"
Li Huowang's hand twisted, and the sharp blade tip was revealed in his hand. His facial expression instantly turned savage, and he stomped on the stairs before pouncing towards the three men in front of him like a starving tiger sprinting for its prey.
"Bang!" Drops of blood blossomed on Li Huowang's body, but this familiar pain only excited him more.
A flash of cold light, the hand along with the gun, tumbled in the air accompanied by fresh blood.
