Kill Both of You

Just like Simon, Harold also felt danger.

They exchanged looks with each other and kept walking as if they did not feel anything unusual. When the stalkers suddenly approached them from behind, they simultaneously moved aside.

The four stalkers were obviously surprised at their dodge.

Under the moonlight, the four stalkers in black held knives shining cold light in their hands.

They looked back and forth at Simon and Harold.

"Which one of you is Harold?" One of them suddenly asked.

Simon and Harold exchanged glances.

Before Harold could speak, Simon said, "It's me!"

Harold frowned. "Don't impersonate me, okay? Don't believe him. I am Harold."

"No, I am Harold."

"Simon, stop your tricks. They are here for me, not you. Hurry up and leave."

"Tricks? No, I am Harold."

As they bickered with each other, the four killers in front of him looked back and forth at them and became growingly gloomy.

"Stop. Neither of you can escape," One of them said angrily.