Scarlet blood splattered out, hitting the face, scorching hot, salty and fishy.
"Ahhh!"
Immediately followed by a wail of agony.
The delight in the attacker's eyes had no time to blossom before it turned into bewilderment and fury, his expression twisted with rage as he roared.
The knife strike that was bound to succeed surprisingly failed to pierce Chu Ge. In a flash, it once again mistakenly struck his companion, stabbing deeply into his back.
Just moments before, Chu Ge had pressed his hands holding the Butterfly Knife firmly on the ground, suddenly flipping upwards, spreading and closing his legs to trap the neck of another person behind him.
Immediately, Chu Ge shifted his weight forward, exerting force in the opposite direction with his legs, adding a human shield to block the knife with their own comrade's body.
All of this seems complicated, but from the moment Chu Ge and these people started fighting, only a few seconds had passed; Li Zheming had just taken two steps!
