Cyn walked slowly. He knew there was no escape route left for them.
Once they reached the place where the corpses had been left behind, they would panic.
And that was exactly what happened.
With a mocking smile and a sarcastic tone, Cyn walked among the bodies, his eyes fixed on the crossroads ahead.
"Didn't expect this, did you? This is bigger than just a piece of underwear."
"Tch!"
Cyn heard the grinding of teeth. Suppressed rage seeped through as the voice spoke coldly,
"Just a piece of underwear!"
Whoosh!
Cyn sensed danger rushing toward him and tilted his head slightly to the left.
The person behind him cursed,
"Damn it! Do you have eyes on the back of your head?!"
The place was dark. Yet somehow, the man before him had avoided a dagger aimed at the back of his head.
What kind of reaction speed was that?
Cyn could not see the ones behind him, but he felt their presence—three in front, two behind.
He was surrounded.
Cyn thought calmly,
