Yao Yue gritted her teeth as she held the scimitar, fiercely lunging at the opponent. Facing her were three men in camouflage outfits. Yao Yue swung the blade in her hand; a white light flashed, and soon, that light soared into the sky, instantly taking the lives of the three men. In the blink of an eye, the three men lost their lives. Meanwhile, the Second Leader had already crawled up from the ground, shaking his head, his twisted inner satisfaction achieved—a couple drops of white liquid still clung to his short lower part.
The Second Leader tucked that thing back into his pants and then grinned, saying, "Haha, not bad, not bad!"
After tightening his belt, he picked up a large military knife and swung it towards Ah Ping's neck. The slash spilled blood. The blood sprayed three feet high, making it hard to believe it was blood—it looked like a fountain. The Second Leader picked up Ah Ping's pale head from the ground and raised it high, declaring, "Haha, a head, a head!"
