"Yu Liang, don't ban me in the next dungeon, I admit I might be causing some imbalance in the game."
Li Huazhao sighed inwardly.
"Clean up these guys first before talking." Yu Liang couldn't be bothered to engage with his nonsense.
"Hehe, got it." Li Huazhao chuckled again, his kitchen knife constantly jabbing, stabbing and slashing without a pause. Every time he was in danger, he just had to take a big step towards the police, then target the police, teleport over and stab the knife into the policeman's arm.
Then he would neatly bow and apologize:
"Sorry, sorry, my bad. Won't do it next time."
And he dares to do it next time.
Li Huazhao gradually found his rhythm in battle, and those burly men finally couldn't hold on, slowly worn down by his continuous small strikes. With so many stabs, there was always a chance one would hit a fatal spot.
