"You..."
Ye Jiuliang knew the human anatomy and skeletal system all too well; only Brooke could understand the madness-inducing pain of that knife.
He lifted his foot and kicked towards Ye Jiuliang, with a desperate ferocity, "You're seeking death, you wretch."
Li Mochan's dark eyes were slightly cold, yet he still restrained himself from taking action.
Ye Jiuliang sidestepped, pulled out the dagger, and blood spurted out, tragic and bloody.
Lifting a knee, she kicked out sharply.
Right into Brooke's back.
A deep footprint immediately marred his black clothes.
Brooke's knee hit the ground, and fresh red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Not far away, Wei Xi and his two comrades were stunned.
This... this...
Wei Nan narrowed his eyes, a hint of doubt surfacing within them.
This aura, and these moves, they felt eerily familiar.
He felt as if he had seen them somewhere before.
Before he could recall, a scream drew his attention back.
