Bang!
At the critical moment, a short sword plunged from above, accurately penetrating the strange contraption and nailing it to the tabletop!
"Damn! What the hell is this thing?"
Wanderer Ferg gripped the short sword tightly, frowning:
The bizarre weapon he had skewered was still wriggling, its six blade-like limbs trembling back and forth like a spider.
In just two or three seconds as they rose and fell, many of the gang members finally reacted. They stared at the originator who had released the weapon, their weapons drawn and roaring for retribution.
"Trying to ambush us?"
"Kill him!"
"Protect Big Sis!"
The people from Red Viper were also shouting and drawing their swords in response, and the two sides were on the verge of clashing.
The situation took a sudden turn for the worse—the conflict was about to explode.
"Hey!"
Just then, Kathryn held her sleeve claws high and shouted angrily, "Everyone shut the hell up and calm down!"
