Crowds surged from all directions.
At this moment, there was still a part of the crowd, desperately running towards the periphery.
Yet among them, a towering figure with a green mantis toy mask on his face, after a few bounds, had used the flow of people as cover and advanced swiftly.
With a flourish of his arms, a flash of cold light, he cut down two people.
Wrapped in a bloody murderous aura, he charged to Zhou Ping'an's side.
This man had initially looked like just another passerby.
Riding a black motorcycle, it was tilted over on the ground, as he hurriedly propped up the bike.
No one paid attention to his strange attire and eerie mask.
As a member of a biker gang, no matter how you dress, it isn't strange.
But his sudden violent outbreak, slashing with his knife was ferocious...
The blade's light crisscrossed, alternating like a sickle.
The forwarding sweep of one hand, the stab rush of the other.
His arms dancing, slashing into a whirlwind of light.