"I told you I don't need your help," Lin Sheng roared stubbornly.
At that moment, Hao Jian casually tossed the severed head towards Lin Sheng, sneering, "He was mine, this one is for you."
Lin Sheng clenched his teeth, feeling humiliated.
"Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh, shoosh."
Just then, four throwing knives shot towards Hao Jian simultaneously.
Hao Jian, without even looking back, reached out with his hands, left, right, up, down, slap, slap, slap, slap, and knocked the flying knives to the ground.
Everyone was stunned. Hao Jian was able to detect the incoming positions of the throwing knives without even looking and knocked them down one by one; just this feat alone was enough to dazzle everyone present.
The most shocked at this moment were Karl Mara and his companions. They all knew how sharp that female soldier's throwing knives were, so sharp that even Karl Mara himself would have difficulty catching them, let alone someone who did it by feeling alone.
