Upon looking at Zhang Xiaobei again, there were no signs of damage on him, while the man who had been prepared to deliver a killing blow now had a deep wound at his throat, with gushes of dark blood continually spurting from it.
The man, shocked by the scene before his eyes, tried to say something, but not a single word came out.
"You rely solely on speed, but speed doesn't determine everything."
As the man was on the brink of death, Zhang Xiaobei's voice sounded almost like a curse, reaching the man's ears.
Seeing that the man had lost his will to live, Zhang Xiaobei then dragged him into the bushes and swiftly cleaned up the scene.
Just as he was about to stand up and pursue the man in black, the sight of the lunchbox on the ground made Zhang Xiaobei laugh.
Given the current situation, this area was now his own, and staying here was the safest option.
