In their hearts, they simultaneously thought, this guy is a cold-blooded executioner!
This time, Frank had one foot on the head of the Tier Three vampire, one hand pressing down on the opponent's chest, and another holding a military knife, marking on the skin, preparing to figure out the best way to cut.
"I respect you as a tough guy. Since you refuse to disclose the information my boss is interested in, then taste my skills."
The sound of "sizzle" was extremely light, yet it lifted a piece of flesh as thin as a cicada's wings.
Frank's hands moved as if tattooing a salmon, extremely familiar and swift.
"Ahhhhh..."
If not for being pinned down by the head, having limbs cut, and further restrained, the vampire's struggle might have been extremely violent.
Because strips of flesh were being quickly cut away by Frank, and thrown directly in front of the vampire's head.
