Who the hell is this guy? Since when did the Hungry Wolf Group provoke such a formidable enemy?
Did he just say he was going to cripple his own hands and feet?
Thinking of this, Hungry Wolf couldn't help but inhale sharply, his eyelids twitching, feeling panic-stricken for the first time in his life.
He always carried seven flying knives on him, but after he released the first knife, he knew that even if he threw seventy knives at Fang Bai, it would be of no use.
Escape!
After thinking of this word, Hungry Wolf once again threw two flying knives, then without any hesitation, he turned and entered the room next to the television wall, slamming the door shut behind him.
The two flying knives he threw before he left weren't meant to injure Fang Bai; they were purely to stop Fang Bai from pursuing him, to buy himself some time to escape.
