Graceful Debut of a Cold Weapons Master
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
The captain was the third last to die from both teams; there were only two team members left.
While these two pressed against the shelf and the wall as they guarded the aisle, Luke drew his axe from the captain's throat and slashed at their necks.
Looking at the bloodstained axes, Luke decisively abandoned these murder weapons.
The first few criminals had been cut through the back of the neck, and there hadn't been much blood. With the last three, Luke had cut through major blood vessels.
He couldn't take the axes, or they would drip blood on his custom-made suit.
Thinking that, he looked at the walls again and chose a more modern pair of swords.
It already wasn't good to use someone else's collector's items to kill people; it was better not to touch the more antique weapons.
The moment he picked up the swords, Luke couldn't help but curl his lip. Sure enough, this was the toy of some weapon enthusiast.