Everyone was taken aback, as they had not expected that the attack by nine men would be at a disadvantage. Zhao Gang knew that Ling Zhenfei was formidable and that even his nine brothers might not be his match.
"Ling Zhenfei, I see you won't give up until you're at death's door. You're asking for this!" Having said that, he slashed Zhuo Yue's face with a knife.
Ah!
Zhuo Yue couldn't help but let out a scream, as blood immediately streamed down her beautiful face.
When Ling Zhenfei heard Zhuo Yue's cry, he became somewhat unsettled and was punched on the body, flinging him several steps back. Fortunately, his inner strength was profound; otherwise, he would not have been able to get up again so soon.
"Kid, if you dare to fight back, I will slash another cut on this side of her face," Zhao Gang said, visibly pleased with the effectiveness of his method.
