After Scar-face's fall, only six Scavengers were alive.
When they heard Max's words, their eyes widened in realization.
He was right, this wasn't a good decision at all because when they fought him in a group, Max was spending most of his time evading or parrying their attacks, but now they had spread out, they had become easy pickings for him.
They instinctively wanted to form up again, but knowing it was already too late, they continued rushing away from him.
Max swept his gaze across them and saw that three of them were running toward the street exit, trying to escape unlike the other three.
Swoosh!
Ignoring the latter, he rushed after the escaping ones and within a few moments, he caught up with the one, who tried to turn around and slash his kitchen knife at him, but Max easily grabbed his hand and punched his neck.
Bang!
Crack!
The man's vocal cord and tendons of his neck snapped. He clutched his neck and then fell to the ground, twitching.
Thud!
