"Two!"
"Three!"
Zhou Fan's voice continued to ring out, cold and emotionless, like a machine. Each number he spoke claimed another life. His figure never paused after a kill, as if he had only waved his hand casually while passing by.
One-Eye dared not hesitate any longer. He burst forward with all his strength, charging the car once more. The dagger in his hand stabbed without hesitation toward Chu Yan, who was sitting inside, watching nervously.
One-Eye didn't actually intend to kill Chu Yan. His plan was to injure her first and then use her as a hostage.
But just as he lunged with the dagger, a wave of panic surged from the depths of his heart. He instinctively dodged to the side once more.
The moment he dodged, a cold glint of light flashed past, practically grazing his wrist. He had been a hair's breadth from having this hand severed as well.
