Members of the Phoenix Special Combat Team came to their senses and glared at Nakamura, their eyes burning with an intent to devour him alive.
"What skill is there in ambushing! You shameless little dwarfs!"
"Hmph, unable to face us head-on, so resorting to such despicable methods; aren't you ashamed?"
"Talking about face with these guys, don't you find it laughable? They lost their shame a long time ago!"
Nakamura was unaffected and continued to brandish his samurai sword, attacking Mu Wanqing.
"Hei Mu, kill him."
Just then, an indifferent female voice suddenly rang out.
Immediately after, a shadow shot out like an arrow released from its bow, traversing the crowd and appearing behind Nakamura.
Nakamura did not even have time to react before the blade of the other party pierced through his heart.
Before his death, Nakamura struggled to turn his head toward the newcomer.
"You... why..."
With those words, he breathed his last.