"No need." Max shook his head while taking a step towards them. "I'll just ask the ones that remain alive in a while."
The grey-haired man's expression darkened.
"It seems you are really in a hurry to—" He began saying when Max suddenly kicked the ground and shot towards them, the kitchen knife clutched tightly in his right hand.
"Quit wasting my time."
Swoosh!
Puchi!
The man's eyes narrowed and he hurriedly raised his axe to block him, but he was already a step too late because Max had appeared before him and his knife had pierced his chest through his ribs, skewering his heart.
As the man stared at him in disbelief, Max released his grip on the knife and snatched his metal axe which he swung at the short-haired man.
However, the short-haired man managed to react in time and ducked.
Max saw him duck but he didn't stop the swing. There were many targets, and everyone was standing in groups. This meant… his strike was sure to reap someone's life and severely injure them.
