"You - we - today - Heaven - will - die!"

after finishing this sentence, the fat man raised his sword, his bloodthirsty eyes, his blood red eyes full of hate, endless killing intention, rolled up a storm of killing, and drowned the last dozen of Li Zehao's men in the North corridor.

when the fat man's hand knife fell, it rushed forward like a whirlwind. Just as a few people drew out the knife, they were cut down in a pool of blood by the fat man in a rage. Then they stabbed the man in the front chest with one knife, drank violently, and rushed to the back...