The End

Hiss!

Six deep claw marks unexpectedly appeared on the trunk of a large tree, cutting through over half of it, causing the tree to lose its balance and lean sideways as it fell.

Boom!

The large tree collapsed.

On either side of the fallen trunk stood a figure.

On the left was a black giant, his whole body encased in undamaged heavy bulletproof gear. It was the butcher, Xu Fan, who had just completed his ambush. He stood silently, clasping his alloy gloves, shaking off the blood from the spikes on his gloves and letting out a contented, low chuckle.

On the right was Zhao Zhenghong, half-kneeling on the ground.

One arm hung limply off his shoulder, unable to move. Starting from the corner of his mouth, cheek, and extending to the edge of his lips were three sharp gashes.

Blood trickled down from his chin, drop by drop.