"Damn it."
Holding a red fire axe, wearing a white baseball cap, the muscular man realized what was happening, seeing his two companions lying on the ground, heads separated, anger appeared on his face. He swung the axe towards Su Changxing, heavy and powerful, creating a gust of wind.
But such a move was too slow in front of Su Changxing, like a PPT moving frame by frame, each frame clearly visible.
One blade deflected the red fire axe, another pierced through his chest.
At the same time.
Su Changxing took a step back, disappearing once again on the street, as if he had never appeared, leaving behind three corpses on the ground.
This scene left the three standing in fear, at a loss, looking around, they noticed Su Changxing standing where he was before, displaying a stiff, sinister smile, calmly watching them, his silver-white machete dripping with bright red blood.
