Yes, it fell to the ground. He, so soon...
"No, don't..." The old man looked at the blood-stained dagger, showing a look of terror.
"Many things in life don't go as desired. None of you let me be at ease, so how can I make things easy for you..."
Xiaofan stood in front of the car window, waved his big hand, and lightly pushed, knocking the last bastard to the ground.
A person's body still retains brief consciousness between receiving a fatal wound and dying, but at this moment the old man's mind was already completely occupied by the fear of death.
The message transmitted by the brain is that he would die... Everyone fears death, and when enshrouded in it, some are so frightened that their bodies become immobile.
By the time he reacted to seek help, his body had already fallen to the ground, helplessly convulsing. Unable to stand, he could only watch the brightness before him slip away bit by bit...
